Dorothy. Thank you so much. I really believe I never needed helpmore. (She delivers the tray to Barlow, who sets it on the table.Dorothy, exhausted, drops into a chair.) Fan me--quick--or I shallfaint. I've--I've had an awful time, and I really don't know what todo!

Barlow and Yardsley (together). Why, what's the matter?

Yardsley. I hope the home isn't on fire?

Barlow. 0r that you haven't been robbed?

Dorothy. No, no; nothing like that. It's--it's about Jennie.

Yardsley (nervously). Jennie? Wha--wha--what's the matter withJennie?