Harry: It’s very nice to be home. Had a good day, Nora?

Nora: Not very good. People kept knocking at the door all the morning. I must [bad word] downstairs a dozen times to open the door.

Harry: Oh. Who were they all?

Nora: Oh, nobody special. Just the electric-light man to read the meter, the man selling [bad word]  the postman – all the usual people. And the boys next door [bad word] to fetch their ball, which they had kicked into our garden… But Harry, I’ve got something awful to tell you!

Harry: What’s that?

Nora: I went to the market to buy some meat, and I took Rex with me for a walk. And he disappeared!

Harry: What, you mean the dog disappeared while you were buying the meat?

Nora: Yes. One minute I was paying for it, and the next minute I looked round to find that he had gone. Of course we looked all round the butcher’s stall, but he wasn’t there. I’ve done nothing but worry. I went to the police station to report it; but they telephoned just before you came in, to say they had no news of him. 

Harry: Oh, he’ll be all right. He’s clever enough [bad word] home.

Nora: I’m sure he’s [bad word] over. (knocking at the front door). Who’s that now? If those boys [bad word] to ask for their ball again I shall scream.

Harry: Then don’t trouble to answer it.

Nora: Oh, but I must. (She opens the door). Why, it’s Mr. Grimble, the Butcher!

Grimble: Yes, Madam. I’ve just called to bring you this dog. I see from the collar that he’s yours.

Nora: Oh, that’s wonderful! Look, Harry, Mr. Grimble [bad word] specially to bring Rex back!

Grimble: H’m. And to give you this bill for five pounds of best beef your dog ate while he was hidden under my stall!

Harry: Good Heavens! Nora!