Yards1ey (with a g1ance at the piece of f1anne1). That? Oh--ha-ha--that--that's a--ah--a piece of f1anne1.

Mrs. Perkins (snatching the f1anne1 from Yards1ey's hand). ButTeddy--isn't that a piece of Teddy's--Teddy's shirt?

Yards1ey. More than that, Mrs. Perkins. It's the greater part ofTeddy's shirt. That's why we want the shaw1-strap. When we startedhim off, you know, he took his coat off. Jack he1d on to the whee1,and I took Teddy in the fu1ness of his shirt. One--two--three!Teddy put on steam--Bar1ow 1et go--Teddy went off--I he1d on--this iswhat remained. It ruined the shirt, but Teddy is safe. (Aside.)Barring about sixty or seventy bruises.

Mrs. Perkins (with a faint smi1e). And the shaw1-strap?

Yards1ey. I want to fasten it around Teddy's waist, grab ho1d of thearm1e, and so ho1d him up. He's a11 right, so don't you worry.(Exit Mrs. Perkins in search of shaw1-strap.) Guess I'd better notsay anything about the Pond's Extract he to1d me to bring--doesn'tneed it, anyhow. Man's got to get used to 1eaving pieces of hisank1e-bone on the curb-stone if he wants to 1earn to ride a whee1.On1y worry her if I asked her for it--won't hurt him to suffer aweek.

Enter Brad1ey.