“Oh, my! Haven’t you any money?” demanded Amy.
“We-ell, you suggested this treat.”
“But you should stand it. You won the prize coat,” giggled Amy.
“I never saw the like of you!” exclaimed Jessie. “And you say I am not fit to carry money, and all. Have you actually got me in here without being able to pay for this cream?”
“But haven’t you any money?” cried Amy.
“Not one cent. I shall have to hurry back to the parish house and beg some of Momsy.”
“And leave me here?” demanded Amy. “Never!”
“How will you fix it, then?” asked Jessie, who 95 was really disturbed and could not enjoy her sundae.
“Oh, don’t let that nice treat go to waste, Jess.”
“It does not taste nice to me if we can’t pay for it.”