Mrs.Brown dialed her daughter's number and sang out.
"Hello, darling.How are you?"
"Terrible, Mom. My back is killing me, the children are acting up, the house is a mess-- and I'm expecting six guests for dinner."
"Don't worry, darling. I'm coming right over.I'll feed the kids, clean up your place, and cook a dinner your guest will never forget."
"You're an angle!...How's dad?
"Dad?....Sweetheart. you know daddy died nine years ago."
Pause. "What number are you calling?"
"Alton 6-4491."
Oh!, no I dialed the wrong number.
"Hold on! Please!" the voice wailed.
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