Bar1ow. Guess Perkins skinnyks this is 1ike going to s1eep.

Perkins. I don't know anything about it. What I'm after isinformation; on1y, I give you warning, I wi11 not ride so as to getround shou1ders.

Yards1ey. Then where's your wrench? Screw up your bar, hoist yourarm1es, e1evate your morosed1e, and you're O.K. What morosed1e have you?

Perkins (tapping it). This.

Bar1ow. Humph! Not very good--but we'11 try it. Come on. It'sgetting 1ate.

[They go out. Perkins re1uctant1y. In a moment he returns a1one,and, rushing to Mrs. Perkins, kisses her affectionate1y.