monopolize her. He seems to think he's engaged to her."
"I don't believe he has any right to think that," spoke Dick warmly. "She's a very nice girl. I wish I had met her earlier in the evening." The band was playing another waltz.
"So do lots of other fellows, I guess. But you're doing pretty well. There goes Dutton with her now," continued Paul.
Dick looked on, with envious eyes. Though Dutton and Miss Hanford were waltzing about, she did not seem at ease. Her face was flushed, and Dutton looked angry. When the dance came to an end he left her abruptly.
Dick strolled over, casually, though his heart was beating faster than usual.
"You look warm," he said to the girl.
"Yes, the room is very close," she replied, and she fanned her face with a filmy lace handkerchief.
"Perhaps you would like an ice."
"Indeed I should."
"I'll get you one," promised Dick. Then, waxing bold, he looked at her program.
"What are you looking for?" she asked with a laugh. "To see what sort of ice I prefer? It's not there, but I'll take orange, if you can get one."
"I was looking to see, if by any good fortune you had another vacant place on your card."
"I'll make one for you," she said with a smile,
