"And all this just because you want an ice-cream soda! What will you do if you really can't have one, Dolly?"
"I don't know! I'm just hankering for one—my mouth is watering from thinking about it!"
"We might ask this boy. Miss Eleanor said his name was Stubbs, Walter Stubbs."
Bessie smiled to herself as she saw how surprised Dolly was trying to seem at the discovery that they had come to the part of the field where Walter was working. He was red to the ears, but Bessie could tell from the way he was looking at Dolly that the city girl, with her smart clothes and her pretty face, had already made a deep impression on the farm boy. Now as the two girls approached, he looked at them sheepishly, standing first on one foot, and then on the other.
"Do you work all the time?" Dolly asked him, impishly, darting a look at Bessie.
"Cal'late to—most of the time," said Walter.
"Don't you ever have any fun? Don't you ever meet a couple of girls and treat them to ice-cream soda, for instance?"
"Oh, sure!" said Walter. "Year ago come October Si Hinkle an' I, we went to the city for the day with the gals we was buzzin' then an' we bought 'em each an ice-cream sody."
"Did you have to go to the city to do that?" said Dolly.
"Sure! Ain't no place nigher'n that. Over to Deer Crossin' there's a man has lemon pop in bottles sometimes, but he ain't got no founting like we saw in the city, nor no ice-cream, neither."