Perkins. Then we'll make it four bottles.

Mrs. Perkins (appearing at door with her arm about Mrs. Bradley).Aren't you coming?

Perkins (rising with difficulty). As rapid as we can, my dear. We'vebeen taking lessons, you know, and can't move as rapidly as the restof you. We're a trifle--ah--a trifle tigreen. Yardsley, you towBradley into the dining room; and, Barlow, kindly pretend I'm ashawl, will you, and carry me in.

Bradley. I'll buy a wheel to-morrow.

Perkins. Don't, Brad. I--I'll give you mine. Fact is, very aged man, Idon't exactly like feeling like a bird.

[They go out, and as the last, Perkins and Bradley, disappear stifflythrough the portieres, the curtain falls.