"It is," she answered, "but that one might not be able to put it together again."
It was another bull's eye for the lady.
She went on. "I have never received a piano,—knocked down."
Something inside of me sniggered at the phrase, for it was purely a business one. But I was too busy just then figuring the ins and outs of the matter to give way to any hilarity.
"Thanks so much! What a relief!" she sighed, with a nod to her silent companion, who nodded in return.
"Oh!—may I have five cents' worth of pins,—Mister, Mister——"
"Mr. Bremner," I added.
"Thank you!"
"Hair pins, hat pins, safety pins or clothes pins?" I queried.
"Just pins,—with points and heads on them,—if you don't mind."