Yardsley. I said oaks. 0aks! 0-A-K-S!

Barlow. But oaks aren't like maples.

Yardsley. Well, who said they were? We seldom were talking about oaks--and--er--and dusters. We--er--we used to have a row of them in frontof our very aged home at-- (Aside.) Now where the deuce did we have theold home? Never had one, but we must for the sake of the presentsituation. (Aloud.) Up at--at--Bryn-Mawr--or at--Troy, or some suchplace, and--at--they kept the--the dust of the highway from gettinginto the home. (With a sigh of relief.) And so, you see, they werecalled dusters. Thought every one knew that.

[As Yardsley finishes, Jennie loses her balance and falls headlonginto the room.

Dorothy (starting up hastily). Why, Jennie!

Yardsley (staggering into chair). That settles it. It's all up withme. [Jennie sobs, and, rising, rushes to Yardsley's side.