also.

As Aunt Stanshy left this enterprising trader, she heard a vigorous
summons:

"Cash! cash!"

At the supper-table that night Charlie asked, "Aunty, what do you suppose
we are going to have now in our club? Something at our fair, I mean?"

"A tornado."

"No, a refreshment saloon; and the boys said they knew you would be in
every day to buy something."

"O dear!" groaned Aunt Stanshy, inwardly.

"We are going to have ice-cream, too, may be. We couldn't afford it in
summer."

"Not in summer? Why, that's the time when people want it most."

"But we make ours out of snow, you know, and could only have it in cold
weather."

"Then I hope, for your sake, we may have some snow, and I see that the
clouds look like it. But the weather is getting colder nowadays, and if
you have your snow, and so can make your ice-cream, it may be so cold that
you will have no customers."