At the policeman's side is one of the newsboys you saw hitting Nell. He points at her and talks excitedly to the policeman, who encourages him to stay on the other side of the street.

"What did you do?" you whisper to Nell.

"If you're not strictly a boy," she whispers back, "it's illegal to go out in boy clothes." You flash her an incredulous look and she nods. "Wearing clothes 'unnatural to your sex' is a crime."

You reassure her that you're a writer and can easily come up with a believable story to make sure she's safe.

"Good day, sir," the policeman says, tipping his hat to you.

You do the same, as if it were natural. "What can I do for you?"

"I have a report here—a couple of these newsboys—telling me that this little cus is a girl. Now, the mayor's rather keen on women and girls being respectable, so I have to determine if he's a she."

I use my acting skills to lie.
Admit the truth but act like I have everything under control.
Politely ask him not to create a spectacle in front of my theatre.
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