"That would be nice," said Billy.
"A little ice-cream, for instance."
"That sounds cold."
"It tastes colder," said Jack Frost, putting his arm through Billy's. "Come along, and if that's not enough you can have a glass of ice-water."
"Ugh!" how the thought of the cold things made Billy shiver, and how like a cake of ice Jack Frost's arm was!
"I—I thank you very much," he faltered, "but if you'd just as soon——"
"Sooner," said Jack Frost; "what is it?"
"I don't think I care for anything to eat."
"Oh! but you must have something to cool you up; you'll take your death of warmness if you go into the heat without a cup of cold coffee to keep out the warm."
And Billy allowed himself to be dragged along for fear that if he refused further, Jack Frost would think of something colder to give him.