“Oh, what are we going to do?” cried Billie.
“We’ll have to get more sugar!” exclaimed Johnnie.
But alas! Likewise sorrowfulness! After giving the squirrel boys the things for the lemonade, Mrs. Bushytail had gone down to the ten and five cent store to buy a new dishpan, and had locked up the squirrel house. For she thought her boys would not want to go in again until she came back.
“We can’t get any sugar, and we can’t make any lemonade!” cried Billie, sadly.
“Oh, yes we can,” said his brother. “Let’s make it sour—without sugar. Perhaps the folks who buy it won’t mind.”
“All right,” agreed Billie. So they made sour lemonade.
Then Billie and Johnnie took their places behind the stand, and cried:
“Here you are! Nice, cold lemonade! Only five cents a glass!”
You notice they were very careful not to say “sweet lemonade,” for that would not have been true.
“Ha! Lemonade!” cried Grandfather Goosey Gander, coming along just then. “I’ll take a glass,” and he laid five cents down on the box. Billie filled a glass for him.