CHAPTER XVIII
ANGEL’S FOOD
Not a sound or glimmer of light in Paradise as they speeded silently through the settlement! The club, too, was deserted.
“I think you are splendid to be willing to give up this ball to go to the aid of these old ladies,” said Dr. Wright, drawing the rug more closely around Helen, as the air was quite nipping.
“Why, the idea of my not doing it! You must think I’m nothing but a heartless butterfly.”
“I think you are anything but one. You love dancing, though, so much. I should have come alone. Somehow I couldn’t make up my mind to forego the ride alone with you. Isn’t it a beautiful night?”
The stars were shining brightly but the lazy moon had not yet gotten up.
“If we find the poor old lady not too ill, I’ll take you back to the dance after we have made her comfortable. There will be a moon to light our way later on.”
“That will be fine! Maybe they won’t even miss us. But somehow I have a feeling that Miss Ella is very ill.”
“Five minutes more will decide the question. Hasn’t my new car eaten up distance, though? Just think, in old days what a time sick persons had to wait for a physician without telephones and without cars!”