"Boys will soon be here to make it."

"I warrant you! They will make their ice-cream before shoveling the folks'
paths at home."

It looked so, for half a dozen boys were out in the yard by eight o'clock,
shouting "ice-cream" to Charlie, who had not finished his breakfast.

With the help of Aunt Stanshy's "essences" enough snow was flavored to
meet the demands of customers, who, quickly notified, quickly appeared,
bringing the contents of all the nail-boxes at their homes. Even Aunt
Stanshy was prevailed upon to buy a dish, and she consistently paid cash
for it.

Her boarder, Will Somers, was induced to promise more extensive patronage.

"Will, we all think you a first-rate feller," said the artful president;
"and just to help us out at the fair, couldn't you take your meals at our
restaurant? Our mothers say they will cook us things--steak, you know, and
so on."

"Y--e--s, I will try it for--the present."

For some reason the "things" said to have been promised--"steak, you know,
and so on," did not arrive. Will gave out soon after noon the first day.

"Aunt Stanshy, I shall starve if I stay there," said Will, appearing at
her pantry door; "and if I didn't starve, they would kill me with their
abominable 'cream' that they make me buy, though they say it is at a
reduced price."