Third M. M. I have no objection—but it's rather important. I want it delivered, and soon.
Miss O. You must put the address more full than "Rumbo," then.
Third M. M. But the telegraphic address is registered "Rumbo."
Miss O. (who seems to consider "Rumbo" somewhat too frivolous). Well, if you like to leave it so, I can send it—it's at your risk. (She leaves the form on the counter.) Eightpence-halfpenny.
Enter Footman, with parcel.
Footman. How much to pay on this, Miss, please?
[Miss Cross takes it reluctantly, slaps it down on scales with infinite contempt, flings in weights, and then tosses a stamp and label to Footman, with the brief remark, "Fourpence," spoken aggressively. Footman, after paying his fourpence, and gazing from stamp to label in a hopeless manner, opens his mouth twice, and withdraws, too intimidated to ask for further instructions.
Miss C. (still occupied with her anecdote). I should laugh if he came again next Sunday, just the same—shouldn't you?
Miss O. I'd let him see I wasn't going to put up with it, I know!
Miss C. Oh, he'll find out he won't have things all his way. (Perceives First M. M. evidently awaiting her leisure.) Was there anything else you were waiting for?