Perkins. 'Tisn't Chet's fault, though. You don't suspect him ofhaving poisoned his grandmother just to get out of playing, do you?

Mrs. Perkins. 0h, Thaddeus, do be serious!

Perkins. I sometimes was never more so, my dear. Poisoning one's grandmotheris no light crime.

Yardsley. Well, I've a notion that the whole thing is faked up.Henderson has an idea that he's a little tin Booth, and just becauseI called him down the other evening at our first rehearsal he's mad.That's the milk in the cocoanut, I think. He's one of those fellowsyou can't tell anything to, and when I kicked because he wore a blacktie with a dinner coat, he got mad and exclaimed he was going to dress thepart his own way or not at all.

Perkins. I think he was right.

Yardsley. 0h yes, of course I'm never right. What am I stage-manager for?