“But what do you do to them?”
“Get rid of ’em, they’re no good. Can’t you get Max to let me have Ann again?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“I won’t have any of these she gets me—old snoops!”
“She does the best she can,” Wally defended.
“She does not. She doesn’t even look at ’em, just telephones for one to be sent out. Let’s you and me go pick out another one, Wally.”
“I’m sorry, but your mother won’t stand for it. Ann gave her a piece of her mind before she left, and Max blames me for it.”
“If she’d get Ann, I’d be so good she’d never have to change again.”
“Why don’t you tell her that?”