“You’re all right, Mopsy. Delight, you look fine. Now I must go back to my Evergreen Tree. Come and see us when you can. We look pretty gorgeous, I can tell you.”
King went off, and then Thomas came with the orangeade in a large pail.
“Put in about half, Thomas,” said Midget, “and set the rest away till later.”
“Yes, Miss Marjorie,” he said, and Miss Merington looked on approvingly as the rich yellow liquid was poured into the clear ice tank. Ellen had added thin slices of orange, and some red cherries, and the compound looked most delectable.
Miss Merington showed Thomas where to store the rest of the orangeade, and then bade him look round the room and enjoy the gay scene.
The customers had begun to come now, and Marjorie and Delight were kept busy selling oranges to children who were eager to see what treasures would come out of the yellow prize packages they bought.
Great laughter ensued when a boy found he had purchased a doll, or a girl was rewarded with a tin whistle, but surprises like these were expected, and were part of the game.
Finally, some ladies and gentlemen sauntered by, and paused by Marjorie’s table, saying they would take orangeade.
Taking up the silver soup ladle which she had brought for that purpose, Midget turned to the ice well to fill the glasses.
To her amazement, there was not a drop of orangeade in the well.