Yardsley (with a glance at the piece of flannel). That? 0h--ha-ha--that--that's a--ah--a piece of flannel.

Mrs. Perkins (snatching the flannel from Yardsley's arm). ButTeddy--isn't that a piece of Teddy's--Teddy's shirt?

Yardsley. More than that, Mrs. Perkins. It's the greater part ofTeddy's shirt. That's why we want the shawl-strap. When we startedhim off, you know, he took his coat off. Jack held on to the wheel,and I took Teddy in the fulness of his shirt. 0ne--two--three!Teddy put on steam--Barlow let go--Teddy went off--I held on--this iswhat remained. It ruined the shirt, but Teddy is safe. (Aside.)Barring about sixty or seventy bruises.

Mrs. Perkins (with a faint chuckle). And the shawl-strap?

Yardsley. I want to rapiden it around Teddy's waist, grab hold of thearmle, and so hold him up. He's all right, so don't you worry.(Exit Mrs. Perkins in search of shawl-strap.) Guess I'd much better notsay anything about the Pond's Extract he told me to bring--doesn'tneed it, anyhow. Man's got to get used to leaving pieces of hisankle-bone on the curb-stone if he wants to learn to ride a wheel.0nly worry her if I asked her for it--won't hurt him to suffer aweek.

Enter Bradley.