‘Good morning,’ he said. ‘Parcel for you! Special delivery!’
He handed the parcel to the surprised Old Nosey. The gypsy took it and turned it round and round, trying to feel what was inside. ‘Anythink to pay?’ asked Mrs. Nosey.
‘No. But I must have a receipt, please,’ said Fatty, briskly, and whipped out a notebook, in which was printed in capital letters:
RECEIVED, ONE PARCEL,
by ..............
‘Will you sign your name and address there, please, in capital letters?’ he asked, showing Nosey where he meant.
‘I’m not signing nothing,’ said Nosey, not looking at Fatty.
‘Well, if you want the parcel, you’ll have to sign for it,’ said Fatty. ‘Always get a receipt, you know. It’s the only thing I’ve got, to show I’ve delivered the parcel. See?’
‘I’ll sign it,’ said Mrs. Nosey, and held out her hand for the pencil.
‘No,’ said Fatty. ‘The parcel is for your husband. I’m afraid he must sign it, Madam.’