Perkins. Good-bye, dearest.

Mrs. Perkins. Good-bye. Don't hurt yourself, Thaddeus. [ExitPerkins.

Mrs. Perkins (leaving window and looking at clock on mantel). Tenminutes past nine and Emma not here yet. It does seem too bad thatshe should worry Ed so much just for independence' sake. I am quitesure I should never want to ride a wheel anyhow, and even if I did--

Enter Yardsley hurriedly, with a piece of flannel in his hand.

Yardsley. I beg pardon, Mrs. Perkins, but have you a shawl-strap inthe home?

Mrs. Perkins (tragically). What is that you have in your arm, Mr.Yardsley?