“How does ice cream taste? Please tell me again.”
“Oh, it’s cold—cold as Blixen! ’N’ it tastes like—let me see—I guess like candy ’n’ cake all in one. It’s harder ’n’ ’most anything, an’ it squ’shes all up and melts to nothin’ right in your mouth.”
“Does it taste like Granny’s ginger-bread?”
Blue’s head shook decidedly.
“No—why, you remember that big round cake Mis’ Jimmy George gave you—all soft inside?”
“Yes.”
“It’s more like that—only better—”
“Better? I don’t see how it could be!”
“Oh, you just wait! Ice cream’s a million times better ’n that! It’s so cold ’n’ sweet, it feels jolly good goin’ down—wish I had some right here this minute—um-m-m!”
“It must be beautiful!” sighed Doodles.