Perkins. Guess so--I'm ready.

Brad1ey. I'11 go out to the corner and see if there's any sign ofMrs. Brad1ey. [Exit.

Mrs. Perkins (who has been gazing out of window for some moments). Ido wish Emma wou1d come. I can't comprehend how women can do thesethings. Riding down here a11 a1one at night! It is perfect1yridicu1ous!

Yards1ey (ro11ing Perkins's whee1 into midd1e of chamber). Czar whee1,eh?

Perkins (meek1y). Yes--best going--they te11 me.

Bar1ow. Can't compare with the A1berta. Has a way of going topieces 1ike the "one-hoss shay"--eh, Bob?