“Don’t you wish it did!” cried Eleanor.
“If it did, I’d have acres of ice-cream plants!” Mary Frances laughed.
“We’ll cook everything right here in the play house,” she continued; “that little stove will do all that we want.”
“Oh, won’t it be too grand for anything!” Eleanor hugged Mary Frances in enthusiasm.
So when Tuesday came, they set to work, and carried out their plans.
“Who’s to serve the feast?” asked Billy, as he arranged the plates according to the girls’ directions.
“Oh, we’ll do that,” answered Mary Frances. “All we ask you to do, Billy, is to open the freezer and dish the ice-cream.”
“Believe me, you may count on me, ladies,” said Billy, bowing. “Count on me for a large share in the ice-cream work, although I can’t see that there will be much work, for I ordered it in the form of bricks.”