"Four dishes of ice cream, and in a hurry," commanded Sam Hickey. "What are those things in the basket there?"
"I do not know," answered Dan. "They are some kind of cake. I see them on each of the tables."
"I'm going to help myself. They don't look very nourishing for a good, healthy appetite like mine, but they are better than nothing at all."
Sam helped himself liberally. The cakes tasted so good that he ate ten of them; then, motioning a waiter, he ordered another basketful. By this time the ice cream was served. Ice cream was a luxury that the Battleship Boys did not get on shipboard, so they ordered another plate each.
"There, I guess that will keep me going until supper time," decided Sam. "I wonder how much we owe him?"
"I should say about a dollar," answered Dan, motioning for the garçon and asking for their check.
Dan's eyes grew large as he examined the bill that had been laid beside him.
"I'm hungry yet. I could eat another round of the same thing," announced Sam. "How much does he say it amounts to?"
"I'm trying to figure it out. Six ice creams, thirty francs. Twenty-five biscuit at a franc apiece, twenty-five francs. Fifty-five francs altogether."
"Fifty-five francs!" exclaimed Sam. "Wha—wha—how much is that—how many cents is that in plain United States? I never could figure this heathen money."