"Yes'm. What else?"
"A couple of cans of condemned milk."
"Yes'm."
"And a bag of fresh salt—be sure it's quite fresh."
"That's down, ma'am—anything more you can think of?"
"Why, yes, you might send a pound of desecrated codfish."
"Nothing more, ma'am—we have just received a fresh lot of nice horseradish which I can recommend."
"Not to-day, thank you. We don't keep a horse."
When she went out that man filed the order without even a smile upon his face.