Again he was dreaming.

In the days of his opulence he saw himself going to Budd's.

Fortunately for his illusions the price was now prohibitive.

I had been to Budd's myself.
"Have you ever been there ?" I asked of the dreamer.
"I've been in his store, in the front part, where the candy is--and if you go 'round when he's freezing ice cream, he'll give you a whole ten-cent dish just for turning the freezer; but Pop won't let me stay out of school to do it, and Budd don't freeze Saturdays.

But some day--" he paused.