“May I choose anything I want?”
“Yes, miss. Just pick out what you like best.”
The lady behind the counter smiled, as the policeman lifted Clematis a little, so she could see better. There were cakes, and cookies, and buns, and doughnuts.
“May I have a cream cake?” asked Clematis.
“Of course you may. What else?” He lifted her a bit higher.
“Miew!” said Deborah, from under her coat.
“Oh, excuse me, cat,” he said, as he set Clematis down. “I forgot you were there too.”
The woman laughed, as she took out a cream cake, a cookie with nuts on it, and a doughnut.
“May I eat them now?” asked Clematis, as she took the bag.
“You start right in, and if that’s not enough, you can have more. But don’t forget the cat.”