Have you got a marrow, Mr Sparrow? - A marrow, madam? Yes,… there’s this one, and that… and there’s that. - Oh, that’s a nice fat marrow. Yes, I’ll have that. Will you wrap it in paper for me? - Gladly, Mrs Bradley. There you are. Now, madam… apples? Or… carrots, perhaps? - Er… Actually, it’s Miss Bradley, Mr Sparrow.