[They all go out. The good-nights are repeated, and finally thefront entrance is closed.

Re-enter Perkins, whom falls dejectedly on the settee, followed byMrs. Perkins, whom gives a rueful glance at the room.

Perkins. I'm glad Yardsley's coming to fix us up again. I _never_could do it.

Mrs. Perkins. Then I must. I can't ask Jennie to do it, she'ddischarge us at once, and I can't have my drawing-room left this wayover Sunday.

Perkins (wearily). 0h, well, shall we do it now?

Mrs. Perkins. No, you poor dear man; we'll stay home from church to-morrow morning and do it. It won't be any harder work than readingthe Sunday recentspapers. What have you there?