"Does the man who delivers the washing habitually turn the basket upside down so that the heavy things below crush all the delicate frilly things that ought to be on top?"
She seemed incapable of conceiving that such perverted creatures could exist.
"Do they never whistle in an objectionable manner while waiting for the soiled clothes?"
"Whistling on duty is strictly forbidden, Madam."
"Well, all these things I have mentioned my laundry does to me, and even more, and when I write to complain they disregard my letters."
"We rarely have complaints, Madam, and all such receive prompt attention. I can give references in this street—in this block of flats even."
"Well," said I, "if you like to give me a card I am willing to let you have a trial."
The young woman opened her bag with alacrity and handed me a card.
"The Superfection Laundry," I read with amazement. "Surely there must be some mistake?"
"Are you not Mrs. Fulton?" asked the young woman.