"A tiger, Nance!" stuttered Dad, rolling his eyes wildly at the Queen.
"But it's tied," answered the Queen of Down Town calmly. "What are the charges, officer?"
"Ninety-nine dollars and sixty-eight cents," answered the officer hoarsely, and leaning over he handed Dad a long slip of paper.
"But we only wanted a little breakfast," began Betsy tremulously, "and——"
"A little breakfast!" wheezed Dad, and putting on his specs started to read off the list:
"Twelve roasts,
Four turkeys,
One spring chicken,
Three dozen tarts,
Fourteen doughnuts