– Have you got a marrow, Mr Sparrow?
– A marrow, madam? Yes,… there’s this one, and that… and there’s that.
– Oh, that’s a nice fat marrow. Yes, I’ll have that. Will you wrap it in paper for me?
– Gladly, Mrs Bradley. There you are. Now, madam… apples? Or… carrots, perhaps?
– Er… Actually, it’s Miss Bradley, Mr Sparrow.