“Very good,” complimented Will. “We’ll dispense with the pagoda if you will dispense the soda.”
“Ha! Good again! You are a punster, I see!”
Mr. Lagg laughed genially, and soon provided the party with bottles of deliciously cool soda, and straws through which to partake of it, glasses being voted too prosaic.
There came a protest from Paul, who was sharing the treat.
“I tan’t dit no sody!” he cried. “It all bubbles up!”
“No wonder! You are blowing down your straw. Pull up on it, just as if you were whistling backwards,” said Mollie.
“Whistling backwards is a distinctly new way of expressing it,” commented Frank.
“I dot it!” cried the tot, as the level of his glass began to fall under his efforts—successful this time.
Then, having finished that, he fixed his big eyes on Mr. Lagg, and demanded:
“Oo dot any tandy?”