"Hello," responded the boy. "Give me a chocolate sundae with walnuts and a slice of pineapple, please. And you might put a couple of cherries on top. Seen Nod this afternoon?"
The girl shook her head as she deposited a portion of ice-cream in a dish and pressed the nickeled disk marked "Chocolate." "I've just this minute got back from school," she replied. "Aren't you out early to-day?"
"No recitation last hour," the youth explained as his eyes followed her movements fascinatedly. "That all the chopped walnuts I get, Polly?"
"It certainly is when you ask for pineapple and cherries, too," answered the girl firmly. She tucked a small spoon on the side of the alarming concoction, laid a paper napkin in front of the customer, and placed the dish beside it. "Would you like a glass of water?"
The youth paused in raising the first spoonful to his mouth and looked to see if she spoke with sarcasm. Apparently, however, she did not, and so he said, "Yes, please," or most of it; the last of it was decidedly unintelligible, proceeding as it did from behind a mouthful of ice-cream, choco-
