"Oh, very well, then. I want—a sponge."
"Good. What next?"
"I have broken my comb."
"Good."
"I'm glad you think so. I want—Oh, Mr. Hazel, what is the use?—well, I should like a mattress to lie on."
"Hair or wool?"
"I don't care which. And it is a shame to ask you for either."
"Go on."
"I want a looking-glass."
"Great Heaven! What for?"