Susan stared blankly from the pocketbook into Letty’s face.
“Won’t we have any ice-cream at all, then?” she asked piteously.
Resourceful Letty turned and led the way down the room.
“We will just ask mother for some money,” said she airily.
But alas for their plans! The Blackbird Pie was so popular, and both Mrs. Spargo and Miss Lamb were so occupied, that they did not even see Susan and Letty, who tried in vain to gain their attention.
They wandered back to watch Emmy finishing her ice-cream, quite innocent of the fact that her benefactors’ feeling toward her had undergone a change.
“Greedy thing,” said Letty spitefully. “See how she gobbles.”
“She’s spilling it,” murmured Susan. “Look at her. Even Johnny wouldn’t do that.”
“Look, look!” gasped Letty. “Did you ever?”
For poor Emmy, to whom ice-cream was a rare treat, had lifted her saucer in both hands and was polishing it off with her little pink tongue, for all the world like a pussy-cat.