"It's delicious," Bob said, feelingly. "Jim, did you ever unpack ice cream cans that were completely surrounded by slush?" he asked, casually.
"No!" Jim said, wonderingly. "Why?"
"Didn't you? You should have."
"Do it the next warm night when you're all dressed up."
"It's a great way to cool off," Dick advised.
"What are they talking about, Poll?" Lois demanded.
Polly explained. "It was such a lark watching them!" she concluded, laughing.
"I'm going to write," Betty began, and then stopped abruptly.
"Write what?" Dick asked.
Betty's expression changed. "Jemima!" she said slowly; "I was going to say, that the next composition I wrote would be on the Quest of the Missing Sherbet and then I suddenly remembered that I wouldn't have to write any more. This is our last night," she added, solemnly.