Mrs. Green was eighty, but she had a small car, and she always drove¹ to the shops in it on Saturday and bought her food.

She did not drive fast, because she was old, but she drove well and never hit anything. Sometimes her grandchildren² said to her, "Please don't drive your car, Gfandmother. We can take you to the shops."

But she always said, "No, I like driving. I've driven for fifty years, and I'm not going to stop now."

Last Saturday she stopped her car at some traffic-lights because they were red, and then it did not start again. The lights were green, then yellow, then red, then green again, but her car did not start.

"What am I going to do now?" She said.

But then a policeman came and said to her kindly³, "Good morning. Don't you like any of our colours today?"