Dragging her sled, Connie ran all the way to the drugstore. The druggist was there, waiting on a customer who wanted a box of cough tablets.
“Please,” said Connie breathlessly, “will you lend me a nickel?”
The druggist looked so surprised she realized that the request must seem an odd one. So she added quickly:
“Veve was carried away on her sled by an automobile! I must call the police station.”
“The police station!” exclaimed the druggist.
He didn’t understand what Connie meant about Veve and the sled, but he could see from her worried look that something was wrong.
He gave her a nickel and showed her where the telephone booth was located.
“Can you dial the numbers yourself?” he asked.
Connie nodded. The telephone directory hung on a hook, and on the front cover in large print were the instructions:
“In case of Emergency Dial Police—Adams 1234.” The number was an easy one to remember.