They drove in silence for a few blocks and then Penny indicated the gasoline gauge on the dashboard.
“Why, it’s nearly empty!” she exclaimed. “We won’t have enough to reach home!”
“Well, get some,” said Mr. Parker automatically. “We don’t want to stall on the street.”
A flip of the steering wheel brought the car to a standstill in front of a gasoline pump.
“Fill it up,” ordered Penny.
While Mr. Parker read his newspaper, the attendant polished the windshield and checked the oil, finding it low. At a nod from Penny he added two quarts.
“That will be exactly two fifty-eight.”
Penny repeated the figure in a louder tone, giving her father a nudge. “Wake up, Dad. Two fifty-eight.”
Absently, Mr. Parker reached for his wallet. Not until the attendant brought the change did it dawn upon him that Penny had scored once more.
“Tricked again,” he groaned.