Carroll bowed instinctively. Then his lips expanded into the first wholesome smile he had experienced in forty-eight hours.
"Miss Evelyn Rogers!"
"You did recognize me, didn't you? How simply splendiferous! I'm awfully glad we met!"
"So am I, Miss Rogers."
She dropped her voice confidentially.
"Will you do me a great favor—an enormous favor?"
"Certainly. What is it?"
"It's this." She looked around carefully. "I told some of my friends that you are a friend of mine, and they don't believe it. They're over yonder in that ice-cream place. Now, what I want you to do for me is to show 'em. I want you to take me over there and buy me an ice-cream soda!"
Carroll laughed aloud as he took her by the arm and piloted her through the traffic. He asked only one question:
"What flavor?"