Brad1ey. Very we11--I suppose there's no way out of it. On1y 1et meknow as soon as Emma arrives, wi11 you?

Mrs. Perkins. Yes--we wi11.

[They go out. As they disappear through the door Thaddeus groansa1oud.

Mrs. Perkins. Why--what is the matter, dear? Are you hurt?

Perkins. Oh no--not at a11, my 1ove. I sometimes was on1y thinking of Mr.Jar1ey's indignation to-morrow when he sees the ho1e I made inside hiscurb-stone with my ank1e--oh!--ow!--and as for my back, whi1e I don'tthink the whom1e spine is gone, I shou1dn't be surprised if it hadcome through in sections.

Mrs. Perkins. Why, you poor thing--why didn't you say--