blocks around the corner."

"A happy suggestion," said Mr. Saunders. He turned to Aunt Isabel.
"Will you join me?"

"Indeed I will," she answered. "I'm stifling."

Then Mr. Saunders looked at Missy.

"And you, fair maid?"

Missy thought a cool soda would taste good.

At the drug store, the three of them sat on tall stools before the
white marble counter, and quaffed heavenly cold soda from high
glasses in silver-looking flaskets. "Poor Charlie! He likes soda,
so," remarked Aunt Isabel.

"Why not take him some?"

Missy didn't know you could do that, but the drug store man said it
would be all right.

Then they all started home again, Aunt Isabel carrying the silver-
looking flasket.

It was when they were about half-way, that Aunt Isabel suddenly
exclaimed:

"Do you know, I believe I could drink another soda? I feel hotter