"Pardon, Madam, do you want to carry all these bundles, or wouldn't you like for us to send them over for you?" asked the clerk in the White House, the largest department store in El Paso.
"Hell, no—I'll carry them myself," said Evelyn, as she began to pick up the numerous bundles she had bought.
"I beg pardon, Madam, but did you want to charge those things?"
"Jees, my all to Heaven has gone—certainly I want to charge them, I got an account here, ain't I?"
"I'm sorry, Madam, but we shall soon find out."
"Yeah—and for the love of Pete, make it snappy—don't keep me in suspense."
"Pardon, Madam," returned the clerk, laying down the receiver of the store telephone, "I'm very happy to inform you that your account is quite all right; thank you very much—call again."
"Thank you very much, and I'll call again damn soon. Adios."