“Did you hear anything?” asked Jerry, in an innocent tone.
“Yes, and I happen to have some sort of a vague recollection about a promise of ice-cream sodas made by some one this afternoon,” went on the girl, laughing. “Do you boys recall anything about that?”
“I guess the joke is on us, boys,” said Bob. “Come along, girls, you shall have the ice-cream.”
[It was a jolly little party that gathered about ] [the ice-cream tables.] They had almost finished one plate each, when a boy with light hair, that never seemed to be combed, and blue eyes that twinkled like two stars and a mouth that always seemed to be open, either while he was talking or laughing, came up.
[IT WAS A JOLLY LITTLE PARTY THAT GATHERED ABOUT THE ICE-CREAM TABLES.]
“Hello girls! Hello fellows!” he exclaimed rapidly, and talking by jerks. “Fine night—big crowd—lots of people—have some more cream?”
“Easy, easy,” pleaded Jerry. “You talk like a house afire, Andy Rush.”
“Rush by name—Rush by nature,” spluttered Andy. “Come, what is it? Ice-cream—candy cake—lemonade—pick the winner!”
“Well, I guess the girls wouldn’t object to some more cream,” spoke Bob. “As for me, ice-cream sort of palls after one big plate. I’ll have some lemonade.”