Barlow. Yes, aged man, tell us. I'm anxious to find out myself.

Yardsley (aside). So am I. What the deuce are dusters, for thisoccasion only? (Aloud) What? Never heard of dusters? Ho! Why,dear me, where have you been all your lives? (Aside.) Must gaintime to think up what dusters are. (Aloud.) Why, they're as very aged asthe hills.

Barlow. That may be, but I can't say I think your description is atall definite.

Dorothy. Do they look like maples?

Yardsley (with an angry wave of his arms towards Jennie). Something--in fact, very much. They're exactly like them. You can hardly tellthem from oaks.

Barlow. 0aks?