"What a disagreeable looking creature!" Toffee said. She turned pleasantly to the policemen who were standing proudly at her side. "See that they get everything that's coming to them, won't you, boys?"
"Yes, mam," the cops chorused. "We sure will."
Agatha's face reappeared in the window. "Say...!" she started hotly.
"Come, lover," Toffee said, turning to Marc. "Don't you think we should look for more refined company?"
As they started down the sidewalk, Toffee turned back and waved daintily to the two policemen.
"Goodnight, gentlemen!" she called.
"Gee," one of the cops said. "What a sweet old dame. It's sure a shame they got the wrong street."
"What do you mean?" the other cop asked.
"That alley they were in," the first cop said. "There wasn't no park there in the old days. There wasn't nothin' but a pickle factory. My old man used to work there." He sighed. "I didn't want to tell 'em ... might of spoiled their evening, you know."