The worried housewife sprang to the telephone when it rang and listened with relief to the kindly voice in her ear.
"How are you, darling?" it said. "What kind of a day are you having?"
"Oh, mother," said the housewife, breaking into bitter tears, "Iíve had such a bad day. The baby wonít eat and the washing machine broke down. I havenít had a chance to go shopping, and besides, Iíve just sprained my ankle and I have to hobble around. On top of that, the house is a mess and Iím supposed to have two couples over for dinner tonight."
The mother was shocked and was at once all sympathy.
"Oh, darling," she said, "sit down, relax, and close your eyes. Iíll be over in half an hour. Iíll do your shopping, clean up the house, and cook your dinner for you. Iíll feed the baby and Iíll call a repairman I know whoíll be at your house to fix the washing machine promptly. Now stop crying. Iíll do everything. In fact, Iíll even call George at the office and tell him he ought to come home and help out for once."
"George?" said the housewife. "Whoís George?"
"Why, George! Your husband!Ö Isnít this 223-1374?"
"No, this is 232-1374."
"Oh, Iím sorry. I guess I have the wrong number."
There was a short pause and the housewife said,
"Does this mean youíre not coming over?"