Yardsley. All right, Perk. Bradley, you and Barlow help Thaddeus.I'll move these other chairs and tables out. It's getting late, andwe'll have to hustle.

[Exit Barlow. Bradley meanwhile has been removing pictures from thewalls, and, as Yardsley speaks, is standing on the stepladderreaching up for a painting.

Bradley. What do you take me for--twins?

Yardsley. Don't get mad, now, Bradley. If there's anything that canadd to the terror of amateur theatricals it's temper.

Mrs. Bradley (from without). Edward, come here right away. I wantyou to move the hat-stand, and look at how many people can be seated inthis hall.

Bradley. 0h yes, certainly, my dear--of course. Right away. Myname is Legion--or Dennis.