pocket and studied the coins in it. " Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream ? " he inquired. By now more people were waiting
for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. " Thirty five cents," she brisquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. " I'll have
the plain ice cream, " he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream,
paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the dish,
were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.