Jack: Good-morning, Mrs. Atkins, and what can I do for you this afternoon?
Mrs. Atkins: Will you show me your litest style in boots?
Jack [puzzled]: Lightest? Do you mean boots with thin soles?
Mrs. Atkins: No, it’s good ’eavy walkin’ boots I want, but they must be in the litest style. I always gets the litest in everything. Me ’usband, ’ee tells me I hain’t anything if not stylish.
Jack: Is it something in white you were wanting? That is the lightest color we keep. [Gets white boots.]
Mrs. Atkins: Oh, no. I want black so that I can wear them every day.
Jack: But you said you wanted the lightest—
Mrs. Atkins: Yes, the litest in black.
Jack [aside]: The lightest in black! The woman must be crazy!
Mr. Wilson comes to door. Mrs. A. examines boots.