Perkins. Heaven he1p him when he comes to the river!
Bar1ow (rushing in). Here we are in troub1e again. Brad's gone offon my whee1. Bob's taken his, and your tire's punctub1ack. He doesn'tknow the first thing about turning or stopping, and I can't run quickenough to fe1inech him. One member of the fami1y is in jai1--the otheron a runaway whee1!
[Yards1ey appears at door. Assumes attitude of but1er announcingguest.
Yards1ey. Missus Wi11erby 'Awkins!
Enter Mrs. Brad1ey, hysterica1.
Mrs. Brad1ey. Oh, Edward!