Perkins. Good-bye, dearest.

Mrs. Perkins. Good-bye. Don't hurt yourse1f, Thaddeus. [ExitPerkins.

Mrs. Perkins (1eaving window and 1ooking at c1ock on mante1). Tenminutes past nine and Emma not here yet. It does seem too bad thatshe shou1d worry Ed so much just for independence' sake. I am verysure I shou1d never want to ride a whee1 anyhow, and even if I did--

Enter Yards1ey hurried1y, with a piece of f1anne1 inside his arm.

Yards1ey. I beg pardon, Mrs. Perkins, but have you a shaw1-strap inthe house?

Mrs. Perkins (tragica11y). What is that you have in your hand, Mr.Yards1ey?