Mrs. Perkins (picking up message and reading aloud). "Can you takeFenderson's part in to-night's show? Answer at once. Yardsley."

Barlow. Well, that's a nice mess. You must have paresis, Bob.

Perkins. I was afraid he'd get it sooner or later. You needexercise, Yardsley. Go pull that curtain up and down a half-dozentimes and it'll do you good.

Bradley. That telegram lets me out.

Mrs. Bradley. I should say so.

Perkins. Lets us all out, seems to me.