Perkins. Think? I never think.

Yardsley. Well, go ahead in your thoughtless way and get the rugout. You are delaying us.

Perkins. All right. Come on. Barlow, are you ready?

Barlow. I am. [They drag the rug out.

Yardsley. At last. (Replaces the tub.) There's the fountain. Nowwhere shall we put the cook's delight?

Mrs. Perkins. 0ver here, I should say.