“I want something striking,” she said. “I don’t want any old thing you know. I want something different from what anybody else has.”
Mr. Sampson, bland and familiar, said he was quite certain they could get her the very thing she required. He showed her sketches.
“I know there’s nothing here that would do, but I just want to show you the kind of thing I would suggest.”
“Oh no, that’s not the sort of thing at all,” she said, as she glanced at them impatiently. “What I want is something that’ll just hit ‘em in the jaw and make their front teeth rattle.”