"Sure I will," agreed the unsuspecting Bob, and he pocketed the five dollar bill she gave him readily enough.
The wily Betty hoped that the drug store would be modern, for she had a plan tucked up her white sleeve.
"Want to go to the drug store first or to the post-office?" asked Bob.
"Oh, the post-office!" Betty was suddenly anxious to know that her letter was actually on the way.
"Don't forget—get a big bottle," said Betty warningly, as she and Bob entered the drug store.
Her dancing dark eyes discovered what she had hoped for the moment they were inside the screen door—a large soda fountain with a white-jacketed clerk behind it.
Bob led the way to the perfume counter, and though the clerk, who evidently knew him, seemed surprised at his order, he very civilly set out several bottles of toilet water for their inspection. Betty chose a handsome large bottle, and when it was wrapped, and with it some soap, for Betty did not fancy the thin wafer of yellow kitchen soap she had found in her soapdish, Bob paid for the package and received the change quite as though he were accustomed to such proceedings. Indeed he stood straighter, and Betty knew she was right in her conclusions that he had sensitiveness and pride.
The time had come to put her plan into action.
"Oh, Bob!" She pulled his coat sleeve as they were passing the fountain on their way out. "Let's have a sundae!"