morning, confronted her with a lowering and saturnine brow.
"Yuh gotta license t' peddle them flowers?" he demanded.
Teddie, in no wise disturbed, explained the situation and further announced that the gentleman who owned the tray would return immediately.
Her urbanity, however, was wasted on the Avenue air.
"Yuh just made a sale to this guy here, didn't yuh?" persisted the officer of the law, with a none too respectful thumb-jerk toward the immaculately tweeded figure with the over-sized bouquet in his button-hole.
"Yes, this is the dollar he paid me," Teddie sweetly acknowledged.
"That's enough," averred her persecutor. "Yuh're street peddlin' without a license. So yuh'll have to come along wit' me."
"But, odd as it may seem, I rather want my nineteen dollars," maintained Teddie, with an intent gaze down the side-street.
"Your nineteen dollars and seventy-five
