“Yes, that’s all. Goodbye, Mr. Grocery Man.”
“Goodbye, John’s Mother.”
So the Grocery Man hangs up the telephone and takes another basket and in the basket he puts some spinach and some apples and some butter and some eggs.
Then prrrip! prrrip, prrrip! the telephone rings another time.
“Hello!” says the Grocery Man. “Who are you?”
“I’m Robert’s Mother. Good morning, Mr. Grocery Man.”
“Good morning, Robert’s Mother. What can I send you today?”
“Please, Mr. Grocery Man, send me some prunes and some macaroni and some salt and some oatmeal.”
“Is that all, Robert’s Mother?”
“Yes, that’s all. Goodbye, Mr. Grocery Man.”