out of season. And he doesn't like them, anyway-- especially canned. Pause. Oh, I think that is too high for them; we have never paid over fifty cents a bunch. Pause. Must you go? Well, good-by. Pause. Yes, I think so. Good-by. Pause. Four o'clock, then--I'll be ready. Good-by. Pause. Thank you ever so much. Good-by. Pause. Oh, not at all!--just as fresh--Which? Oh, I'm glad to hear you say that. Good-by. (Hangs up the telephone and says, "Oh, it does tire a person's arm so!")
A man delivers a single brutal "Good-by," and that is the end of it. Not so with the gentle sex--I say it in their praise; they cannot abide abruptness. -208- |