As if by inspiration, she said, "Some chocolate soda, please." "Ice cream ?" asked the young man in a peculiar voice, like that of one who has a harelip.
"Please," said Susan.

And then she saw the sign, "Ice Cream, ten cents," and wished she hadn't.
The young man mixed the soda, put in a liberal helping of ice cream, set it before her with a spoon in it, rested the knuckles of his brown hairy hands on the counter and said: "It _is_ hot." "Yes, indeed," assented Susan.

"I wonder where I could leave my bundle for a while.

I'm a stranger and I want to look for a boarding house." "You might leave it here with me," said the young man.

"That's about our biggest line of trade--that and postage stamps and telephone--_and_ the directory.