“Hook it!”
“Give me a cigarette.”
“Mary!” her sister called.
“Quick! ’cos of Ita.”
“Mary Mant.”
Miss Mant tossed disdainfully an ultra large and “pasty”-faced head.
“Why must you insult me, Ita?” she bitterly asked. “You know I’m Miss Iris.”
“I know you’re Miss Mant.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”