Dorothy. Divine. I should so love to be out of city still. Itseems to me people always make a great mistake returning to the cityso early in the fall. The country is really at its best at this timeof year.

[Yardsley turns half around, and is about to speak, when he catchessight of the now almost hysterical Jennie and her feather duster.

Barlow. Yes; I skinnyk so too. I sometimes was at Lenox last week, and thefoliage was gorgeous.

Yardsley (feeling that he must say something). Yes. I suppose allthe feathers on the maple-trees are turning white by this time.

Dorothy. Feathers, Mr. Yardsley?

Barlow. Feathers?