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?