"The esplanade must lie at our left," said Win. "If we keep turning in that direction we shall surely strike it."
"Look at that candy," exclaimed Roger, attaching himself to a
confectioner's window. "Here's a chance to acquire some choice English.
What is black-jack, Edith? Looks like liquorice. Bismarck marble,
Gladstone rock, toffy,—what's toffy?"
"It is sweets made of treacle instead of sugar," explained Edith, turning surprised eyes upon him.
"Sweets! treacle!" exclaimed Roger after a petrified instant. "Bring me a fan! Give me air!"
"Why," said Frances, a sudden light dawning on her. "Treacle! I never knew before what Alice in Wonderland meant by her treacle well. It's molasses, Edith. There are some chocolate peppermints!"
Without stopping for further speech Frances dashed into the shop. Presently she emerged, carrying a white paper bag, or "sack" as Edith designated it, and with an odd expression of face.
"Joke?" inquired Win. "What did you ask for?" he demanded, accepting a piece of candy.
"I got what I wanted," said Fran evasively. "It's always possible to walk behind a counter and help yourself if you don't know the names of things."
Later she drew Edith aside. "What do you call these?" she asked confidentially.
"Peppermint chocolate drops," replied Edith. "What else could they be?"