“But you musn’t pick the park flowers,” said the sergeant.
“And sure I told her that myself,” said Bridget. “Now, missy, you see what happens to naughty girls. Are you going to take her to prison, Mr. Officer?”
Virgie laughed gleefully. She was not at all afraid of the sergeant.
“No, not this time,” he said.
“Mr. Policeman,” said Virgie, “one time long ago weren’t you a weeny boy?”
“Yes, I was.”
“Did you love the pretty flowerses?”
“Yes, I did.”
“And you picked them,” said Virgie, “and naughty big men scolded you?”