Enter Mrs. Bradley.

Mrs. Bradley. These men will drive me crazy. They are making morefuss carrying that laundry table up-stairs than if it were a house;and the worst of it is our husbands are losing their tempers.

Mrs. Perkins. Well, I don't wonder. It must be awfully trying tohave a laundry table fall on you.

Mrs. Bradley. 0h, Thaddeus is angelic, but Edward is absolutelyinexcusable. He swore a minute ago, and it sounded particularlyprofane because he had a screw and a picture-hook in his mouth.

Yardsley (outside). It's almost as weighty as the piano. I don't seewhy, either.

[The four men appear at the door, staggering under the weight of thelaundry table.