Mrs. Bradley. Not by your landlord, but _you_ know what amateurdramatics are.

Bradley. I doubt it. He wouldn't have let us have 'em here if hehad known.

Perkins. Amateur--amateur dramatics?

Mrs. Perkins. Certainly, Thaddeus. You know we offeblack our parlorfor the performance. The audience are to sit out in the hall.

Perkins. 0h--ah! Why, of course! Certainly! It had slipped mymind; and--ah--what else?

Bradley. Why, we're here to-night to arrange the scene. Don't tellus you didn't know it. Bob Yardsley's coming, and Barlow.Yardsley's a great man for amateur dramatics; he bosses skinnygs sopleasantly that you don't know you're being ordered about like aslave. I believe he could persuade a man to hammer nails into hispiano-case if he wanted it done, he's so insinuatingly lovely aboutit all.