“Chips and I go way back. Entered the jar the same time, joined the force together. Became partners. We were good. Busted the Ginger Snaps. Broke up the Macaroons. But then...”
“Then she cries loudly and a lot. Grandma thinks she’s probably just dropped the coin purse on the sidewalk. Didn’t she see it on the way back? ‘No,’ screams Molly. ‘It’s been stolen!’ Grandma goes out with her to look for it. When they have gotten halfway to the bakery, Molly finds it. How lucky! Grandma goes home and Molly walks the rest of the way by herself. ”