Mary-'Gusta, as has been mentioned before in this history, was old for her years.
She considered a moment.

Then she thrust the box beneath the counter.
"I guess I'd better not sell you those, anyway," she said with decision.
"Uncle Zoeth said they weren't fresh.

I'll open the case in the back room." Edna stamped her foot.
"We can't wait for that," she declared.

"We must go without them, I suppose.

Oh, dear! And they depended on us to get them.