It was a perfect day for making pickles The cucumbers were washed and the mason jars were lined up on the counter Mama was measuring spices when Gladys Hamm rushed in all aflutter We've got a telephone We are online exclaimed a delighted Gladys Online replied Mama What about disease Mama had heard that telephones spread germs Oh pish posh replied Gladys The telephone is a marvel
I order my groceries by telephone Gladys bragged I call up my friends right left and center Why I've already spoken to my sister three times this morning How extreme thought Mama Doesn't your ear hurt from all that talking she asked
All afternoon Mama made pickles and thought about how handy it would be to order groceries by telephone
