“It’s good,” Francie said, “pretty good. But not half as good as a vanilla ice-cream soda.”

So I held up the umbrella and wished I had an ice-cream soda; but I didn't get it.

"Hey, Will!" called Jed to his brother, whose head was some distance above the stunted cornstalks, "don't you feel like having an ice-cream soda?"

“Perhaps the ice-cream soda we had at Huyler’s has taken away your appetite,” I suggested.

A drug store, too, with an ice-cream soda fountain, seemed to be in high favor, as also did several dry-goods stores, judging by the number of females in attendance.