Yardsley. That's the spirit. (A crash is heard without.) GreatScott! What's that?

Mrs. Perkins (without). 0h, Thaddeus!

Bradley. They've dropped the cook's delight.

[He comes down from the stepladder. He and Yardsley go out. Thepictures are piled up on the floor, the furniture is topsy-turvy, andthe portieres lie in a heap on the hearth.

Enter Mrs. Perkins.

Mrs. Perkins. Dear, dear, dear! What a mess! And poor Thaddeus!I'm glad he wasn't hurt; but I--I'm afraid I heard him say words Inever heard him say before when Mr. Barlow let the table slip. WishI hadn't said anything about the table.