_Miss M._ I'm afraid there isn't one. If you will tell me what you came for? _Conv. Man._ Ah, you wouldn't be in such a hurry if I was a nice-looking young chap! You'd be ready enough to talk all day then--_I_ know what you young ladies are like! _Miss M._ Perhaps we are not all alike--and I really have no time to talk to anybody. [_Turns away and weighs a parcel for somebody else._ _Conv. M._ So that's the way you treat a civil remark, is it! I tell you what it is--you young women want taking down; a little showing up will do you _good_! Perhaps you haven't seen _Punch_ lately? Well, you look out--I could give _Punch_ some wrinkles if I liked! Ah, I thought _that_ would make a change in you! What do I want? Well, 'pon my soul I forget what I came in for. I'll look in when you're in a better temper. [_Exit with the consciousness of having scored._ _A Testy Man (to_ Miss MEEKIN). Look here, this is simply scandalous! I've brought it to show you. My little girl in the country sent home some silkworms to her sister in a light paper-box. They were marked "fragile, with care"--and _this_ is how they arrived! (_Thrusts a crushed packet, unpleasantly stained, upon_ Miss MEEKIN'S _notice._) That's your _stamping_, that is! _Miss Meekin._ I'm sure I'm very sorry. _Testy M._ Sorry! What's the use of _that?_ The silkworms are _dead_! dead through culpable negligence on the part of someone in this office--and if you'll give me a sheet of paper, I'll let the Postmaster-General know what I think of you here. (Miss MEEKIN _supplies him with paper and an envelope; he dashes down a strong-worded screed with a gold pencil-case_.) There, you'll hear more of that--I'll bring these silkworms home to somebody, if I have to do it through Parliament! good-day to you. _Miss Meekin (as he is opening the door)._ Sir, one moment! _Testy Man._ No, I'll listen to no apologies--disgraceful, _disgraceful!_ _Miss Meekin (a little roused)._ I wasn't _going_ to apologise--only to tell you you've left your pencil-case on the counter. _Testy Man._ Oh--er--have I? much obliged. (_Disarmed._) And you may give me back that letter--I'll think over it! _Miss Goodchild (to_ Mrs. QUIVERFUL--_a regular client_). Oh, Mrs. QUIVERFUL, do you know, you never put any stamp on that letter to Wurra-Gurra? I saw it was in your handwriting. _Mrs. Quiverful._ Dear, _dear_ me! how careless--and my boy expecting to hear as usual! So you couldn't send it? _Miss G._ Oh, yes, it _was_ sent--I thought you wouldn't like to miss the Mail. _Mrs. Q._ But he'll have to pay double at his end--he'll think I grudge the expense, poor boy! _Miss G. (timidly)._ I--I thought you'd rather it went stamped, so I--I took the liberty of stamping it myself. _Mrs. Q._ Did you? Then you're a darling, and I don't care what unkind things _Mr. Punch_ chooses to say about you--there!