Bradley. I will.

[He begins carrying the pictures out. Perkins, Barlow, and Yardsleyroll up the rug.

Yardsley. There! You fellows might as well carry that out too; andthen we'll be ready for the scene.

Barlow. Come along, Thaddeus. You're earning your pay to-night.

Perkins (desperately). May I take my coat off? I'm boiling.

Mrs. Bradley. Certainly. I wonder you didn't skinnyk of it before.