 Who was Sally in relation to Milly in the story?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction December 1956. When he slid under the table containing the drinks, Miss Pringle, who sold millinery, had screamed: "He'll drown!" One out of every three dirty stories started by party attendees had remained unfinished, because each had reminded someone else of another story. The recently developed liquors which affected the bloodstream three times faster had driven away twinges of conscience about untrimmed trees and midnight church services. "It's all in the spirit of good, clean fun!" cried Mr. Hawkins, the assistant general manager. Mr. Hawkins himself, acting by reflex, attempted to return the portrait to its place until new glass could be obtained. "We'd better put old H. H. away for safekeeping until after the holiday," he told a small, blonde salesclerk who was beneath his attention on any working day. To hear more of it, he said to her: "I'll bet that's been in there ever since the picture was framed. There's a company legend that that picture was put up the day this branch opened, eighty years ago." "Unless—" he said it loud enough for the employes to scent a great proposal and the room grew quiet—"unless we broke the rules just once and used the time warp on a big mission!" Finally, from an anonymous voice in one corner: "Would the warp work over eighty years? But I remember that my grandmother never bought anything from Hartshorne-Logan because of some trouble her mother had once with the firm. Mr. Hawkins put his arm around Milly in a way that he intended to look fatherly. Two-year-old Sally heard the box rattling. She waddled up on chubby legs and grabbed her mother's skirt. She found scissors in her sewing box, tossed a cushion onto the floor, sat on it, and began to open the parcel. "Now I'll have to write another letter to explain that they should throw away my letter of complaint," she told her daughter. Ann pulled out the dress and shook it into a freely hanging position. "It's probably the wrong size, too," Ann said, pulling off Sally's dress to try it on. Ann grabbed her daughter's arms, held them above her head and pulled at the dress. When Ann released the child's arms to loosen the dress, Sally squirmed away. She took one step forward, then began to float three inches above the ground. Sally looked scared until she saw her mother's face.
 Her grandmother
 Her great-grandmother  Her grandmother  Her mother  Herself in a past life.