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

<passage>:
one corner of the general office. The janitor foreman weighed fifty pounds less than the Burma gentleman, who was the salesman's customary opponent. So the climax of one tactic did not simply overturn the Milly snapped out of it. She giggled, suppressed a ladylike belch and returned to reality. Looking at the envelope, she said: "Oh, I see. The flap popped open and an old-fashioned order blank fell out. poor woman has waited eighty years for her merchandise!" vacuum cleaner. Dress for three-year-old girl." She turned to the her young life. "Let's fill this order right now!" "The poor woman must be dead by now," he objected, secretly angry Milly was still deciphering the form. Now she let out a little squeal large parcel on her doorstep. She put her hands on her hips and stared pugnaciously at the bundle. "The minute I write a letter to complain about you, you turn up!" she Ann sighed and picked up her bundle. With a last look at the lovely spring afternoon and the quiet suburban landscape, she went into the house. Two-year-old Sally heard the box rattling. She waddled up on chubby legs and grabbed her mother's skirt. "Want!" she said decisively. "Your dress ought to be here," Ann said. She found scissors in her sewing box, tossed a cushion onto the floor, sat on it, and began to open the parcel. The translucent cord was too tough for the scissors. Ann was about to "There!" Sally said. Ann repressed an irrational urge to slap her daughter. Instead, she tossed the wrappings aside and removed the lid from the carton. A slightly crushed thin cardboard box lay on top. Ann pulled out the dress and shook it into a freely hanging position. Then she groaned. It was green and she had ordered blue. It didn't remotely resemble the dress she had admired from the Hartshorne-Logan catalogue illustration. Moreover, the shoulders were lumpier than any small girl's dress should be. But Sally was delighted. "Mine!" she shrilled, grabbing for the dress. "It's probably the wrong size, too," Ann said, pulling off Sally's dress to try it on. "Let's find as many things to complain about as we can." The dress fitted precisely, except for the absurd shoulder bumps. Sally to look vacantly at the distant wall. "We'll have to send it back," Ann said, "and get the one we ordered." She tried to take it off, but the child squawked violently. Ann grabbed her daughter's arms, held them above her head and pulled at the dress. It seemed to be stuck somewhere. When Ann released the child's arms to loosen the dress, Sally squirmed away. She took one step forward, then began to float three inches above the ground. She landed just before she collided with the far wall. Sally looked scared until she saw her mother's face. Then she squealed in delight. Ann's legs were rubber. She was shaking her head and wobbling uncertainly toward her daughter when the door opened behind her. "Les! I'm going crazy or something. Sally just—" Sally crouched to jump at her father. Before she could leap, he grabbed her up bodily and hugged her. Then he saw the box. "Your order's here? Good. What's this thing?" He was looking at a small "I don't know," Ann said. "Les, listen. A minute ago, Sally—" "That's funny," Ann mused, her mind distracted from Sally for a moment. ordered for their son. Ann glanced at its glaringly lithographed cover 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 Ann's frazzled nerves carried a frantic order to her muscles. She shoulders of that dress. I'll tie a paperweight to Sally's dress and Ann immediately felt better. She put her hands behind her back, pulled 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: Ann went to the door and turned the knob. The door didn't open. The Ann put her mouth close to the glass, shouting: "Won't you come to the "I just wanted to borrow some sugar," the woman cried from the porch. "The children have some new toys," Ann improvised hastily. "Sally is "Excitement isn't good for me," Mrs. Burnett said testily. "I've had a Ann went into the hall to order Les to disconnect the doorbell. She unpleasant were dripping from his fingers. The object looked remarkably like a human eyeball. It was human-size, complete with pupil, iris and rather bloodshot veins. "Well, put it away," Ann told Bob sharply. "It's slimy." "Les, I think we've made poor Mrs. Burnett angry," Ann said. "She's so 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. 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 the parcel. Her heart sank. 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 think Sally's running a temperature. I'm going to put her to bed." She looked worriedly into the reddened eyes of the small girl, who put small wads of cotton into her ears, because she didn't like the closet where the manky sat. Sally was whining occasionally in her sleep. When daylight entered her room, Sally's nightgown had turned back into the new dress. But the little girl was too sick to get out of bed. 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 Ann crumpled the letter and threw it into the imitation fireplace, Just as she hung up the telephone, the doorbell rang. It rang with a normal buzz, then began to play soft music. Ann opened the door without child's temperature, "but we can't get that dress off Sally." Sally had been mumbling half-deliriously. She made no effort to resist The doctor dropped the dress and looked in perplexity at the point where it touched Sally's skin. "Don't bother trying," Ann said miserably. "Just cut it off." of the cloth. Sally writhed and kicked, then collapsed in a faint. The The flesh starts to hemorrhage when I pull at the cloth. She'd bleed to Burnett at the door. Shrieks that sounded like "Murder!" came sharply shouted to the men. "We've got a very sick child up here." "I was afraid this would happen," Les said. "The poor woman already has "Why did you do it?" Ann asked Bob, her anger suddenly slumping into "Don't bother about the girls' clothing," Bob said, "because it was

<question>:
What was Ann’s first complaint with the dress she ordered for Sally?

<options>:
A It was much to small for the child.
B The shoulders were lumpier than a small girl’s dress should be.
C It was the incorrect color.
D It was much too large for the small child.

<answer>:

C