"And if you'll come with me I'll treat you all to some," exclaimed Nellie Parks, whose father was quite well off. "I have some of my birthday money left."
"Oh, but there are five of us!" cried Nan, counting. "That is too much—twenty-five cents, Nellie."
"I've got fifty, and really it is very hot today."
It was warm, being the end of September, with Indian Summer near at hand.
"Well, let's go to Johnson's," suggested Nellie. "They have the best cream."
"Oh, here comes Flossie and Freddie!" exclaimed Nan. "We don't want to take them, Nellie. That means"
"Of course I'll take them!" exclaimed Nellie, generously. "I've got fifty cents, I told you."
"I'll give them each a penny and let them run along home," offered Bert.
"No, I'm going to treat them, too," insisted Nellie. "Come on!" she called to the little twins, "we're going to get ice cream cones, it's so warm."
