“Come along,” said Letty impatiently. “We can buy some candy, anyway, with our four cents.”
At the candy table another disappointment awaited them. They looked scornfully at the two squares of fudge which was all their four cents would buy for them.
“I never knew anything like it,” scolded Letty, with her mouth full. “You can do a great deal better round the corner from home. It’s only a penny a square and much nicer than this.”
“Good-evening, young ladies,” said a voice over their heads, “I hope you are enjoying the Fair to-night.”
The little girls looked up into the face of the new minister, Dr. Steele, and Susan hastily licked off her finger-tips so that she might shake hands politely, while Letty choked on a large crumb of fudge and burst into a spasm of coughing.
“I hope you are both enjoying the evening,” repeated Dr. Steele, pulling out his handkerchief and offering it to Letty, whose eyes were streaming with tears and who had left her handkerchief in her coat pocket. He and Letty were old acquaintances, but it was Susan who answered his question, since Letty was unable to speak.
“We did have a good time,” said Susan frankly, “until we spent all our money. But now we aren’t having a good time, for our money is all gone and we haven’t had a bit of ice-cream; not a bit.”
“I’ll tell you what it is,” burst out Letty, who had recovered her voice. “I think everybody charged us too much for everything, and that is why we haven’t any money left.”
Dr. Steele’s eyes twinkled.
“I have heard that complaint before about church fairs,” said he. “Suppose you show me what you bought, and I will tell you whether I think you have been overcharged.”