There in the glare waited the taxi, with Bill Hunt and Dennis Green sprawling on one side, their hats tilted over their faces, while on the other, Moira Morrison, in a bonnet like a huge strawberry, jumped up and down. “No ice! No ice! No ice!” she shouted gaily. And Dennis chimed in from under his hat. “_Only_ to be had from the fishmonger’s.” And Bill Hunt, emerging, added, “With _whole_ fish in it.” “Oh, what a bore!” wailed Isabel. And she explained to William how they had been chasing round the town for ice while she waited for him. “Simply everything is running down the steep cliffs into the sea, beginning with the butter.” “We shall have to anoint ourselves with butter,” said Dennis. “May thy head, William, lack not ointment.” “Look here,” said William, “how are we going to sit? I’d better get up by the driver.” “No, Bobby Kane’s by the driver,” said Isabel. “You’re to sit between Moira and me.” The taxi started. “What have you got in those mysterious parcels?” “De-cap-it-ated heads!” said Bill Hunt, shuddering beneath his hat. “Oh, fruit!” Isabel sounded very pleased. “Wise William! A melon and a pineapple. How too nice!” “No, wait a bit,” said William, smiling. But he really was anxious. “I brought them down for the kiddies.” “Oh, my dear!” Isabel laughed, and slipped her hand through his arm. “They’d be rolling in agonies if they were to eat them. No”—she patted his hand—“you must bring them something next time. I refuse to part with my pineapple.” “Cruel Isabel! Do let me smell it!” said Moira. She flung her arms across William appealingly. “Oh!” The strawberry bonnet fell forward: she sounded quite faint. “A Lady in Love with a Pineapple,” said Dennis, as the taxi drew up before a little shop with a striped blind. Out came Bobby Kane, his arms full of little packets. “I do hope they’ll be good. I’ve chosen them because of the colours. There are some round things which really look too divine. And just look at this nougat,” he cried ecstatically, “just look at it! It’s a perfect little ballet!” But at that moment the shopman appeared. “Oh, I forgot. They’re none of them paid for,” said Bobby, looking frightened. Isabel gave the shopman a note, and Bobby was radiant again. “Hallo, William! I’m sitting by the driver.” And bareheaded, all in white, with his sleeves rolled up to the shoulders, he leapt into his place. “Avanti!” he cried....