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

<passage>:
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 threatening to become more legendary than usual this Christmas. The farm machinery manager had already collapsed. 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. "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. drink that would make him feel even better. A sorting clerk in the mail order department wasn't used to liquor. She machine. "Hell, Milly, you aren't working!" someone shouted at her. "Have 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." "I didn't know the company ever used buff envelopes like this." Milly Milly was reading aloud the scrawled words on the order form: 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 just once and used the time warp on a big mission!" There was a silence. Finally, from an anonymous voice in one corner: Milly was still deciphering the form. Now she let out a little squeal of excitement. "Look, Mr. Hawkins! The name on this order—it's my great-grandmother! Isn't that wonderful? I was just a little girl when she died. I can barely remember her as a real old woman. But I remember that my 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." Mr. Hawkins put his arm around Milly in a way that he intended to Ann Hartley was returning from mailing the letter when she found the pugnaciously at the bundle. "The minute I write a letter to complain about you, you turn up!" she Two-year-old Sally heard the box rattling. She waddled up on chubby "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. hunt for a razor blade when Sally clutched at an intersection of the But Sally was delighted. "Mine!" she shrilled, grabbing for the dress. "It's probably the wrong size, too," Ann said, pulling off Sally's The dress fitted precisely, except for the absurd shoulder bumps. Sally 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." Sally looked scared until she saw her mother's face. Then she squealed "Les! I'm going crazy or something. Sally just—" Sally crouched to jump at her father. Before she could leap, he grabbed "I don't know," Ann said. "Les, listen. A minute ago, Sally—" Sally was still in his arms. "That's funny," Ann mused, her mind distracted from Sally for a moment. and said: "Les, about Sally. Put her down a minute and watch what she Les stared at his wife and put the child onto the rug. Sally began to Ann was staring, too, but not at her daughter. "Les! The hassock! It used to be brown!" The hassock was a livid shade of green. A neon, demanding, screaming green that clashed horribly with the soft browns and reds in which Ann "That round thing must be leaking," Les said. "But did you see Sally when she—" shoulders of that dress. I'll tie a paperweight to Sally's dress and the kitchen, Sally." Bob came home from school through the back door and a strange voice neighbor. She frowned and shoved her portly frame against something invisible. It apparently yielded abruptly, because she staggered forward into "The children have some new toys," Ann improvised hastily. "Sally is so excited over a new dress that she's positively feverish. Let's see now—it was sugar that you want, wasn't it?" 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. Burnett edged toward the hall, trying to peer into the front of the house. Ann stood squarely in front of the door leading to the hall. "Les, I think we've made poor Mrs. Burnett angry," Ann said. "She's so upset over her poor husband's health and she thinks we're insulting her." silently, until she saw his fingerprints appear on the faucet, the soap and the towel. She began to yell at him for making such a mess, when Sally floated into the kitchen. The girl was wearing a nightgown. "My God!" Ann forgot her tongue before the children. "She got out of that dress herself. Where did she get that nightgown?" Ann fingered the garment. She didn't recognize it as a nightgown. But in cut and fold, it was suspiciously like the dress that had arrived in She picked up the child, felt the hot forehead, and said: "Les, I think 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 keeping her balance with difficulty, as Sally threatened to pop upward Bob rigged up trestles to warn visitors from the front porch. Ann When daylight entered her room, Sally's nightgown had turned back into today. " at the envelope, until she realized that this wasn't an impossibly quick answer to the letter she had written yesterday. It must have crossed in the mail her complaint about the non-arrival of the order. "My son?" Ann asked incredulously. "Bob?" child's temperature, "but we can't get that dress off Sally." Sally had been mumbling half-deliriously. She made no effort to resist where it touched Sally's skin. of the cloth. Sally writhed and kicked, then collapsed in a faint. The "Oh, no," Ann breathed. "Something's happened to Les." "It sure will," Les said grimly, walking into the bedroom. "I won't A third member of the crew was struggling with a disheveled Mrs. "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." tell you what I did." "I heard all about what you did," Ann said, advancing again. "And 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>:
Who was Sally in relation to Milly in the story?

<options>:
A Her great-grandmother
B Her grandmother
C Her mother
D Herself in a past life.

<answer>:

B