"We'll dispense with the pagoda if you
will dispense the soda."
"Ha! Good again! You are a punster, I see!"
Mr. Lagg laughed genially, and soon provided the party with bottles of
deliciously cool soda, and straws through which to partake of it,
glasses being voted too prosaic.
There came a protest from Paul, who was sharing the treat.
"I tan't dit no sody!" he cried. "It all bubbles up!"
"No wonder! You are blowing down your straw. Pull up on it, just as if
you were whistling backwards," said Mollie.
"Whistling backwards is a distinctly new way of expressing it,"
commented Frank.
"I dot it!" cried the tot, as the level of his glass began to fall
under his efforts-- successful this time.
Then, having finished that, he fixed his big eyes on Mr. Lagg, and
demanded:
"Oo dot any tandy?"
"Candy!" cried the eccentric store keeper. "Ha, I have a couplet about
that.
"If you would feel both fine and dandy,
Just buy a pound of Lagg's best candy!"
"That is irresistible!" exclaimed Will. "Trot out a pound of the most
select."
"With pleasure," said Mr. Lagg.
Merrily the young people wandered about the store, the girls buying
some notions and trinkets they thought they would need on the trip,
for Mr.
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