"What with?"
"Over the telephone, of course, Miss Hall," he explained.
"If you can get anything over that telephone you're a better man than I am, Gunga Din."
"Has the service been discontinued, young lady?"
"Try and get a number," she chirped. He gazed ruefully at the telephone.
"Is there anything we can sell?" asked the bewildered Licorice.
"Yeah, if you can get the Sheriff to take off his attachments."
"That's right, I had forgotten."
"You would."
"Please be more respectful, Miss Hall," he snapped. "Somebody might overhear you and tell my wife."