Not a cent in the world! Diamond gone!! Car that was no good!! And no place to put it!!!
Early in her career as a motorist she had discovered that cars have a way of gathering expense like dust by the wayside. There had been extra tires and repairs [282] ]even while you were learning to run it. It fairly ate up gas. You needed twice as much as she had reckoned.
And now—this!
Helplessly she gazed at the point far down the block where the policeman stood guard. From time to time his glance roved impatiently—and when at last he swung on his way, leaving the blue mite unprotected, Sallie knew there was nothing left but to sit there and watch it all through the night.
Then it was that the wells which had run dry filled once more, overflowed. Huddled in a corner of the stoop, she fastened her wilted gaze on a spot of blue parked close to Broadway and wondered what she was going to do with it when morning arrived.
She came to drowsily as a clock struck one and something heavy descended on her shoulder. It pulled her upright, shook the sleep from her eyes and a cry from her lips. The policeman!
“What are you doing out here?”
She strained forward.
“Jimmie!!!”
“What are you doing, I say?”