And Letty was of one mind with her.
“Ice-cream,” she decided. “And we will watch her eat it.”
Glowing with patronage and generosity, and feeling as important as if they were treating a whole orphan asylum, Letty and Susan led the astonished Emmy across the room to the ice-cream table.
“The best ice-cream that you have for ten cents,” ordered Letty largely.
And in a few moments they had the pleasure of seeing Emmy devour, in luscious mouthfuls, a large saucer of the pink-and-white frozen sweet.
“When are we going to have ours?” asked Susan, who began to think it would be fully as pleasant to sit down and eat ice-cream herself as to stand with hands full of bundles and watch some one else enjoying the treat.
“Right now,” returned Letty, with an air of authority.
She opened the pocketbook as she spoke, but after a glance inside she turned a dismal countenance upon her friend.
“We’ve spent it,” she faltered. “We’ve spent it all but four cents.”
And she held the pocketbook, now woefully empty, so that Susan might see the sad truth for herself.