"All right, ma'am. You can drive, then." He slid out of the
driver's seat to the pavement, his face a deeper shade of red
than usual.

"For pity's sake, Casey! Don't be silly," his wife cried
sharply, a bit of panic in her voice.

"You was in a hurry to git home," Casey pointed out to her with
that mildness of manner which is not mild. "I was hurryin',
wasn't I?"

"You aren't hurrying now--you're delaying the traffic again. Do
be reasonable! You know it costs money to argue with the
police."

"Police be damned! I'm tryin' to please a woman, an' I'm up agin
a hard proposition. You can ask anybody if I'm the unreasonable
one. You hustled me out of the show soon as the huggin'
commenced. You wouldn't even let me stay to see the first of
Mutt and Jeff. You said you was in a hurry. I leaves the show
without seein' the best part, gits the car an' drills through the
traffic tryin' to git yuh home quick. Now you're kickin' because
I did hurry."

"Hey! Whadda yuh mean, blockin' the traffic?" a domineering
voice behind him bellowed. "This ain't any reception hall, and
it ain't no free auto park neither."

Another traffic officer with another pencil and another pad of