"I have called, Madam, to ask if you are satisfied with your laundry."
"Far from it," I said. "It is kind of you to ask, but why?"
"Because I wish to solicit your custom for the laundry I represent."
"What faults do you specialise in?" I inquired.
"I beg your pardon, Madam?"
"Will you send home my husband's collars with an edge like a dissipated saw?"
The young woman's face brightened with comprehension.
"Oh, no, Madam," she replied. "We exercise the greatest care with gentlemen's stand-up collars."
"Will you shrink my combinations to the size of a doll's?"
An expression of horror invaded her countenance. "The utmost precaution," she asserted, "is taken to prevent the shrinkage of woollens."