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

<passage>:
to handle department store complaints? But 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. glass splintered against the floor. The noise caused a temporary lull in the gaiety. Several employes even felt a passing suspicion that things might be getting out of hand. 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. it into a desk drawer, for later attention. Then he looked around for a drink that would make him feel even better. A sorting clerk in the mail order department wasn't used to liquor. She picked up the envelope and looked around vaguely for the mail-opening machine. "Hell, Milly, you aren't working!" someone shouted at her. "Have another!" The flap popped open and an old-fashioned order blank fell out. Mr. Hawkins' eyes widened. He bent, reached painfully over his potbelly and picked up the order form. "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!" assistant general manager, struck with an idea for the first time in 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!" must be used only for complaints within three days." "Then let's find out!" Mr. Hawkins downed the rest of his drink and pulled a batch of keys from his pocket. "Someone scoot down to the warehouse. Tell the watchman that it's on my authority. Hunt up the 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." Milly was still deciphering the form. Now she let out a little squeal of excitement. grandmother never bought anything from Hartshorne-Logan because of some the impersonal typing on the customary Hartshorne-Logan bundles. But the delivery man that the contents would make a rattling sound and therefore hadn't been broken in shipment. "Your dress ought to be here," Ann said. She found scissors in her 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. "It's me," her husband said. "Slow day at the office, so I came home early." "I don't know," Ann said. "Les, listen. A minute ago, Sally—" He peered into the box for an instruction sheet, uselessly. "They must have made a mistake. It looks like some kind of farm equipment." "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." The bottom of the carton contained the detective outfit that they had ordered for their son. Ann glanced at its glaringly lithographed cover 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: Bob came home from school through the back door and a strange voice said from the front of the house, "Don't answer the front door." Ann stared at her son. He stared back at her, the detective outfit 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 impatiently on the porch. Les yanked at the doorknob. It didn't yield for him, either. He looked Ann put her mouth close to the glass, shouting: "Won't you come to the back door, Mrs. Burnett? This one is stuck." the kitchen, nearly falling. She stared grimly at Ann and looked suspiciously behind her. with a few faint cheers, came from the doorbell-box when she crossed the threshold. Ann went into the hall to order Les to disconnect the doorbell. She Bob retrieved the flashlight and turned it off while Les glanced through an instruction booklet, frowning. "This toy is too complicated for a ten-year-old boy," Les told his wife. "I don't know why you ordered such a thing." He tossed the booklet into the empty box. 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 the new dress. But the little girl was too sick to get out of bed. She wasn't hungry, her nose was running, and she had a dry cough. Les called the doctor before going to work. The only good thing about the morning for Ann was the fact that the The mailman brought a letter from Hartshorne-Logan. Ann stared stupidly order as soon...." Ann crumpled the letter and threw it into the imitation fireplace, knowing perfectly well that it would need to be retrieved for Les after 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 the house. Ann clutched the side of the chair, trying to keep herself under control. A siren wailed somewhere down the street, grew louder rapidly, suddenly going silent at the peak of its crescendo. Burnett at the door. Shrieks that sounded like "Murder!" came sharply through the window. duck. "I snuck out of the principal's office and came home. I got to tell you what I did." Bob ended in a whisper, nodding toward the doctor. Ann looked doubtfully at Les, then followed Bob down the stairs. The doorbell was monotonously saying in a monotone: "Don't answer me, don't answer me, don't go to the door." "Why did you do it?" Ann asked Bob, her anger suddenly slumping into only an accident. The really important thing is something else I did before I left the house." Les, cursing softly, hurried past them on the way to answer the knocking. He ignored the doorbell's pleas. "I forgot about it," Bob continued, "when that ray gun accidentally went off. Then when they put me in the principal's office, I had time drifted through the house. "Close the door, close the door," the doorbell was chanting urgently. "Where's that ambulance?" Dr. Schwartz yelled from the top of the steps. "The child's getting worse."

<question>:
Why did the staff at Hartshorne-Logan have to substitute some of the items in the package?

<options>:
A They were sold out of because of the holiday sales.
B They had recalled most of the items because they were dangerous.
C They were outdated by many years.
D They were too drunk to read the catalog numbers correctly.

<answer>:

C