 What was Ann’s first complaint with the dress she ordered for Sally?
The Christmas party at the Boston branch of Hartshorne-Logan was threatening to become more legendary than usual this Christmas. When he slid under the table containing the drinks, Miss Pringle, who sold millinery, had screamed: "He'll drown!" "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. But I remember that my grandmother never bought anything from Hartshorne-Logan because of some trouble her mother had once with the firm. 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 was about to hunt for a razor blade when Sally clutched at an intersection of the cord and yanked. 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. Sally looked scared until she saw her mother's face. Ann glanced at its glaringly lithographed cover and said: "Les, about Sally. Sally began to walk, then rose and again floated, this time toward the hassock on which the manky lay. A neon, demanding, screaming green that clashed horribly with the soft browns and reds in which Ann had furnished the room. "But did you see Sally when she—" Ann's frazzled nerves carried a frantic order to her muscles. She opened her mouth to let it out, then put her hand in front of her mouth to keep it in, finally jerked the hand away to prevent the glowing ring from turning her front teeth green. I'll tie a paperweight to Sally's dress and that'll hold her down until we undress her. She put her hands behind her back, pulled off her ring and slipped it into her apron pocket. She kept her eyes determinedly off the tinge of green that was showing through the apron pocket and didn't dare look back at her daughter's unsettling means of propulsion.
 It was the incorrect color.
 It was much to small for the child.  The shoulders were lumpier than a small girl’s dress should be.  It was the incorrect color.  It was much too large for the small child.