“I’ll get chocolate, with ice-cream,” Sunny Boy decided, jingling his remaining pennies.
He climbed up, with some difficulty, on one of the high stools, and gave his order. The white-jacketed boy back of the counter brought it to him, and with it a pale green check.
“Good, isn’t it?” smiled the white-haired lady who sat next to Sunny Boy, as he took the first spoonful.
Sunny nodded and smiled, not knowing just what to say.
He had half finished when the boy in the white jacket came back to him.
“Fifteen cents, please,” he said politely.
Sunny Boy put his hand in his pocket and brought out a little heap of pennies. He pushed them toward the green check.
“Only eleven cents here,” said the boy impatiently. “Four cents more, please.”
Sunny Boy looked at him silently, clutching his soda glass tightly with both hands.
“What is it, dear?” asked the white-haired lady, who was pulling on her gloves, having finished her soda water. “Haven’t you enough money?”