“By my halidome, I'm hot! My kingdom for a long, tall ice-cream soda!”
And Uncle Charlie said:
“Well, why don't you go and get one? The drug store's just two blocks around the corner.”
“A happy suggestion,” said Mr. Saunders. He turned to Aunt Isabel. “Will you join me?”
“Indeed I will,” she answered. “I'm stifling.”
Then Mr. Saunders looked at Missy.
“And you, fair maid?”
Missy thought a cool soda would taste good.
At the drug store, the three of them sat on tall stools before the white marble counter, and quaffed heavenly cold soda from high glasses in silver-looking flaskets. “Poor Charlie! He likes soda, so,” remarked Aunt Isabel.
“Why not take him some?”