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<p>As a concession he rolled his sleeves down, dropped his icehooks on a syringa and went back. When Miss Van Meeker Constantia Coulson addressed him he took off his hat.</p>
<p>“There is a rear entrance to this basement,” said Miss Coulson, “which can be reached by driving into the vacant lot next door, where they are excavating for a building. I want you to bring in that way within two hours 1,000 pounds of ice. You may have to bring another man or two to help you. I will show you where I want it placed. I also want 1,000 pounds a day delivered the same way for the next four days. Your company may charge the ice on our regular bill. This is for your extra trouble.”</p>
<p>Miss Coulson tendered a ten-dollar bill. The iceman bowed, and held his hat in his two hands behind him.</p>
<p>“Not if you’ll excuse me, lady. It’ll be a pleasure to fix things up for you any way you please.”</p>
<p>“Not if you’ll excuse me, lady. It’ll be a pleasure to fix things up for you nyway you please.”</p>
<p>Alas for May!</p>
<p>About noon <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Coulson knocked two glasses off his table, broke the spring of his bell and yelled for Higgins at the same time.</p>
<p>“Bring an axe,” commanded <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Coulson, sardonically, “or send out for a quart of prussic acid, or have a policeman come in and shoot me. I’d rather that than be frozen to death.”</p>