Miss Firmrock: No, I didn’t, this son of yours insulted me, sir.
Mr. Wilson: Oh, I’m sure he didn’t do it intentionally. But it is his first day at the shoe business and he hasn’t gotten onto the hang of it yet. It is a pair of boots you were wanting?
Miss Firmrock [appeased]: Yes, a good sensible boot that I don’t have to be thinking about all the time.
Mr. Wilson: We have the very thing. [Takes box from table and shows her a very large boot.] This size is seven as it doesn’t come in half sizes. You see it has a low heel, wide last, cushion sole, everything that tends for comfort. The price is twenty dollars and thirty cents.
Miss Firmrock: I like the boot immensely, but I wouldn’t think of paying such a price. It’s exhorbitant.
Mr. Wilson: Not for this boot, Madam. This is a very special boot, designed for broadminded women by the greatest suffragette leader the world has ever known. [Impressively.] Madam, this is the Pankhurst boot you see before you. We are not allowed to sell it to anyone who has not done something for the great cause. You have proved yourself worthy, Miss Firmrock. [Bows.]
Miss Firmrock [flattered]: Oh, Mr. Wilson, do you really think so? I’ll take them and [gushes] every time I wear them, I’ll feel as though they were a bond uniting that noble woman and me—and I’ll recommend them to every woman I know.
Mr. Wilson: In that case, I’ll give them to you for twenty and a quarter. Would you like to try them on?
Miss Firmrock [pays]: Oh no, I’ll wait until I get home. [Takes boots.] Good afternoon, Mr. Wilson. I hope you’ll be able to make something out of your son some day. He certainly doesn’t seem to take after you.