“Not really supposed to, but I won’t be long; and I hardly think there’ll be any trouble.”
“I’ll entertain the cop,” offered Katharine magnanimously, “if he shows up.”
She had been watching the crowd for about ten minutes, when she noticed a big, red-faced policeman approaching, his eyes fixed indignantly upon the car in which she was sitting.
“Now I’m in for it!” she thought. “Why in time doesn’t Patricia come? She’s been gone an age.”
“You can’t park here, lady,” said the officer sternly. “Can’t you read?” pointing to the No Parking sign.
“No, sir,” replied Katharine demurely.
“You can’t!” exclaimed the man in surprise
“Not a word!” was the reply, and Katharine looked innocently at him.
“What nationality are you?”
“American, sir.”