"Yes," said Dolly triumphantly, "and he's got more money than all the
rest of the people in the place put together, hasn't he!"

Bessie laughed.

"And all this just because you want an ice-cream soda! What will you do
if you really can't have one, Dolly?"

"I don't know! I'm just hankering for one--my mouth is watering from
thinking about it!"

"We might ask this boy. Miss Eleanor said his name was Stubbs, Walter
Stubbs."

Bessie smiled to herself as she saw how surprised Dolly was trying to
seem at the discovery that they had come to the part of the field where
Walter was working. He was red to the ears, but Bessie could tell from
the way he was looking at Dolly that the city girl, with her smart
clothes and her pretty face, had already made a deep impression on the
farm boy. Now as the two girls approached, he looked at them sheepishly,
standing first on one foot, and then on the other.

"Do you work all the time?" Dolly asked him, impishly, darting a look at
Bessie.

"Cal'late to--most of the time," said Walter.

"Don't you ever have any fun? Don't you ever meet a couple of girls and
treat them to ice-cream soda, for instance?"