Bud, I may say, was extremely tractable.

When Honey said sing, Bud sang; when she said play, Bud sat down to the piano and played until she asked him to do something else.

It was all very pleasant for Honey--and Bud ultimately won his point--Honey decided to extend her graciousness a little.
Why hadn't Bud danced with Marian?
He must go right away and ask her to dance.

Just because Lew was gone, Marian need not be slighted--and besides, there were other fellows who might want a little of Honey's time.
So Bud went away and found Marian in the pantry, cutting cakes while the coffee boiled, and asked her to dance.

Marian was too tired, and' she had not the time to spare; wherefore Bud helped himself to a knife and proceeded to cut cakes with geometrical precision, and ate all the crumbs.