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

<passage>:
The Christmas party at the Boston branch of Hartshorne-Logan was the table containing the drinks, Miss Pringle, who sold millinery, had times faster had driven away twinges of conscience about untrimmed trees and midnight church services. The star salesman for mankies and the gentleman who was in charge of the janitors were putting on a display of Burmese foot-wrestling in 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 foreman. He glided through the air, crashing with a very loud thump Hartshorne, co-founder, from its nail. It tinkled imposingly as its The noise caused a temporary lull in the gaiety. Several employes even felt a passing suspicion that things might be getting out of hand. "It's all in the spirit of good, clean fun!" cried Mr. Hawkins, the "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 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 Hartshorne-Logan never filled! We can't have such carelessness. This grandmother never bought anything from Hartshorne-Logan because of some 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!" Ann Hartley was returning from mailing the letter when she found the 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 the impersonal typing on the customary Hartshorne-Logan bundles. But Ann sighed and picked up her bundle. With a last look at the lovely house. Two-year-old Sally heard the box rattling. She waddled up on chubby "Your dress ought to be here," Ann said. She found scissors in her Ann repressed an irrational urge to slap her daughter. Instead, she slightly crushed thin cardboard box lay on top. Ann pulled out the the dress she had admired from the Hartshorne-Logan catalogue "It's probably the wrong size, too," Ann said, pulling off Sally's "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 "It's me," her husband said. "Slow day at the office, so I came home early." "Your order's here? Good. What's this thing?" He was looking at a small box he had pulled from the carton. Its lid contained a single word: MANKY. The box rattled when he shook it. Les pulled off the lid and found inside a circular, shiny metal object. A triangular trio of jacks stuck out from one end. He peered into the box for an instruction sheet, uselessly. "They must have made a mistake. It looks like some kind of farm equipment." He tossed the manky onto the hassock and delved into the carton again. Sally was still in his arms. "That's the doorbell, I think," he said, looking at the next object. It "It looks terribly expensive. Maybe they sent door chimes instead of the doorbell." 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 walk, then rose and again floated, this time toward the hassock on which the manky lay. His jaw dropped. "My God! Ann, what—" Ann was staring, too, but not at her daughter. "Les! The hassock! It 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 fingers. She tossed it to Les. Immediately, she regretted her action. "Drop it!" she yelled. "Maybe it'll turn you green, too!" Les kicked the hassock into the hall closet, tossed the manky in after it and shut the door firmly. As the door closed, he saw the entire interior of the dark closet brighten into a wet-lettuce green. When he turned back to Ann, she was staring at her left hand. The Ann immediately felt better. She put her hands behind her back, pulled off her ring and slipped it into her apron pocket. Les was sentimental "Maybe you'd better start a letter to Hartshorne-Logan. Let's go into up at the doorbell, which he had installed just above the upper part of the door frame. "Queer," he said. "That isn't in contact with the door itself. I don't see how it can keep the door from opening." "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 lot of troubles in my life. I like peace and quiet." "Your husband is better?" upset over her poor husband's health and she thinks we're insulting her." 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. Ann fingered the garment. She didn't recognize it as a nightgown. But put small wads of cotton into her ears, because she didn't like the rhythmic rattle, soft but persistent, that emerged from the hall 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 manky had quieted down some time in the night. After she got Bob to school, she gingerly opened the closet door. The manky was now glowing a bright pink and seemed slightly larger. Deep violet lettering stood out on its side: " Today is Wednesday. For obvious reasons, the manky will not operate today. " The mailman brought a letter from Hartshorne-Logan. Ann stared stupidly quick answer to the letter she had written yesterday. It must have work tonight. She had just decided to call Hartshorne-Logan's complaint something that his parents gave him." a sick baby here. Don't do anything till I telephone my husband. And I'm sorry for Bob. I mean I'm sorry for the girls, and for the boys, too. I'm sorry for—for everything. Good-by." "You aren't going to believe me, Doctor," Ann said while he took the death if I yanked it off. But it's such an extreme allergy that it may kill her, if we leave it in contact with the skin." The manky's rattle suddenly began rhythmically from the lower part of the house. Ann clutched the side of the chair, trying to keep herself under control. A siren wailed somewhere down the street, grew louder The doctor looked closely at the fingertips. "Every human has natural "Hey, Pete! What's wrong?" The front man with the stretcher looked up. "I don't know. This guy's weary sadness. "People will suspect you of being a sex maniac for the rest of your life. You can't possibly explain—" claims that her husband is poisoned. Young man, I'm going to put you under arrest."

<question>:
What didn't Ann receive from Hartshorne-Logan?

<options>:
A a letter regarding money owed
B a package with incorrect items
C a response to her complaint letter
D a manky

<answer>:

C