Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] What better way to use a time machine than to handle department store complaints? But The Christmas party at the Boston branch of Hartshorne-Logan was 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. pounds less than the Burma gentleman, who was the salesman's customary opponent. So the climax of one tactic did not simply overturn the Hartshorne, co-founder, from its nail. It tinkled imposingly as its the frame at one corner and it wouldn't hang straight. "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. With the proper mixture of respect and bonhommie, he lifted the heavy another!" Milly snapped out of it. She giggled, suppressed a ladylike belch and returned to reality. Looking at the envelope, she said: "Oh, I see. They must have stuck it in to tighten the frame. Gee, it's old." Mr. Hawkins had refreshed himself. He decided that he liked Milly's voice. 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." "This thing has never been processed!" Raising his voice, he shouted jovially, "Hey, people! You're all fired! Here's an order that Hartshorne-Logan never filled! We can't have such carelessness. This poor woman has waited eighty years for her merchandise!" Milly was reading aloud the scrawled words on the order form: "Best electric doorbell. Junior detective kit. Disposable sacks for her young life. "Let's fill this order right now!" "The poor woman must be dead by now," he objected, secretly angry that he hadn't thought of such a fine party stunt himself. Then he brightened. "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!" There was a silence. Finally, from an anonymous voice in one corner: "Would the warp work over eighty years? We were always told that it must be used only for complaints within three days." "Then let's find out!" Mr. Hawkins downed the rest of his drink and stuff that's on the order. Get the best of everything. Ignore the catalogue numbers—they've changed a hundred times in all these years." grandmother never bought anything from Hartshorne-Logan because of some trouble her mother had once with the firm. My mother didn't want me to come to work here because of that." look fatherly. It didn't. "Well, now. Since it's your relative, let's thrill the old girl. We wouldn't have vacuum sacks any more. So we'll substitute a manky!" the impersonal typing on the customary Hartshorne-Logan bundles. But "Now I'll have to write another letter to explain that they should throw away my letter of complaint," she told her daughter. "And by the time they get my second letter, they'll have answered my first letter. Then they'll write again." Out of consideration for Sally, she omitted the expletives that she wanted to add. was radiant for a moment. Then her small face sobered and she started to look vacantly at the distant wall. "We'll have to send it back," Ann said, "and get the one we ordered." had a lovely, tubular shape, a half-dozen connecting rods and a plug for a wall socket. "That's funny," Ann mused, her mind distracted from Sally for a moment. "It looks terribly expensive. Maybe they sent door chimes instead of the doorbell." used to be brown!" The hassock was a livid shade of green. A neon, demanding, screaming when she—" Ann's frazzled nerves carried a frantic order to her muscles. She jumped up, strode to the hassock and picked up the manky with two that'll hold her down until we undress her. Don't worry. And that green dye or whatever it is will wash off." about her removing it. "Maybe you'd better start a letter to Hartshorne-Logan. Let's go into pocket and didn't dare look back at her daughter's unsettling means of propulsion. A half-hour later, when the meal was almost ready, two things happened: Burnett out there pushed the button?" "Oh. Something like those name cards with something funny printed on them, like 'Another hour shot.' Well, if there's a little tape in there repeating that message, you'd better shut that part off. It might get boring after a while. And it might insult someone." Ann went to the door and turned the knob. The door didn't open. The looked doubtfully at her husband's lips. They weren't moving. "If this is ventriloquism—" she began icily. "I'll have to order another doorbell just like this one, for the office," Les said. "But you'd better let the old girl in. No use letting her get peeved." The boy turned back to the detective set which he had spread over the kitchen table. "Excitement isn't good for me," Mrs. Burnett said testily. "I've had a lot of troubles in my life. I like peace and quiet." "Your husband is better?" "Worse. I'm sure I don't know why everything happens to me." Mrs. through an instruction booklet, frowning. "This toy is too complicated for a ten-year-old boy," Les told his polished table's surface. "I think the Detectolite did it," Bob said. "The instructions say you've got to be very careful with it, because its effects last for a long time." Les began scrubbing his hands vigorously at the sink. Ann watched him it's the same dress. It must change color or something when it's time for a nap. It seems impossible, but—" She shrugged mutely. "And I out of her arms. The whole family decided that bed might be a good idea, soon after out on its side: " today. " The mailman brought a letter from Hartshorne-Logan. Ann stared stupidly "We regret to inform you that your order cannot be filled until the balance you owe us has been reduced. From the attached form, you will readily ascertain that the payment of $87.56 will enable you to resume the purchasing of merchandise on credit. We shall fill your recent order as soon...." work tonight. She had just decided to call Hartshorne-Logan's complaint claims it was just accident that he tried it out when he was walking by the gym during calisthenics. We've had to call upon every family "It sure will," Les said grimly, walking into the bedroom. "I won't have a job if I can't get this stuff off my fingers. Big black oil on the skin. That's how detectives get results with their fingerprint powder. But I've never heard of nigrification, in this "I was afraid this would happen," Les said. "The poor woman already has lost three husbands. If this one is sick, it's no wonder she thinks that somebody is poisoning him." Bob stuck his head around the bedroom door. His mother stared weary sadness. "People will suspect you of being a sex maniac for the rest of your life. You can't possibly explain—" "Don't bother about the girls' clothing," Bob said, "because it was only an accident. The really important thing is something else I did before I left the house."

<question>:
How long had the branch of Hartshorne-Logan been opened?

<options>:
A Eighty years
B Eight years
C Twenty years
D Two years

<answer>:

A