Missy didn't know you could do that, but the drug store man said it would be all right.
Then they all started home again, Aunt Isabel carrying the silver-looking flasket.
It was when they were about half-way, that Aunt Isabel suddenly exclaimed:
“Do you know, I believe I could drink another soda? I feel hotter than ever—and it looks so good!”
“Why not drink it, then?” asked Mr. Saunders.
“Oh, no,” said Aunt Isabel.
“Do,” he insisted. “We can go back and get another.”
“Well, I'll take a taste,” she said.
On the words, she lifted the flasket to her lips and took a long draught. Then Mr. Saunders, laughing, caught it from her, and he took a long draught.
Missy felt a wave of icy horror sweep down her spine. She wanted to cry out in protest. For, even while she stared at them, at Aunt Isabel in pink organdie and Mr. Saunders in blue serge dividing the flasket of soda between them, a vision presented itself clearly before her eyes: