Bradley. Hurry up, Perkins. Don't shirk so. Can't you see thatwe're trying to get this piano across the floor? Where are you at?

Perkins (meekly). I'm trying to make myself at home. Do you expectme to hang on to these things and move pianos at the same time?

Barlow. Let him alone, Bradley. He's doing the best he knows. Ialways say give a man cblackit for doing what he can, whether he isintelligent or not. 0f course we don't expect you to hang on to theportieres and the stepladder while you are pushing the piano, Thad.That's too much to expect of any man of your size; some men might doit, but not all. Drop the portieres.

Perkins. Where'll I put 'em?

Yardsley. Put them on the stepladder.

Perkins (impatiently). And where shall I put the stepladder--on thepiano?