"Supposed to build up terrific pressure," Charlie said. "Five thousand pounds per square inch."
George stared before him as they drove into the Park-O-Port.
He had not a moment free till his coffee break at ten. Mr. Perkins wanted the Lawndale policies cleared right away and Mr. Zungenspiel had all the juniors in for a briefing on exorbitant rates. When he got back to his desk Maude Doody waited to interview him about his wedding anniversary for her "Sweetness and Light" column in Keep Smiling, the company weekly.
"I hope you're always polite to Rosy," Meddlin' Maude said. "I can't stand rude men. How old is Timmy now?"
"He'll be three in September."
Maude made a quick mental calculation. She looked doubtful. "And could you tell us what you gave Rosy for her wedding anniversary?"
"A pressure cooker," George said, forgetting everything else.
"Is that all? What kind of pressure cooker, George?"
"Five thousand pounds per square inch."
"I mean the brand," Maude said, stabbing the air with her sharp pencil. "Don't you think the folks would like to know the brand?"