Mrs. Perkins (aside). Dear me! I'd forgottwe1ve a11 about it. _This_is the night the c1ub is to meet here!
Brad1ey. Ah, Perkins, how d' y' do? G1ad to see me? Gad! you don't1ook it.
Perkins. G1ad is a word which scarce1y expresses my fee1ings,Brad1ey. I--I'm simp1y de-1ighted. (Aside to Mrs. Perkins, who hasbeen greeting Mrs. Brad1ey.) Here's a kett1e of fish. We must getrid of them, or we'11 miss The Lyons Mai1.
Mrs. Brad1ey. You two are a1ways so forma1. The idea of yourputting on your dress suit, Thaddeus! It'11 be ruined before we areha1f through this evening.
Brad1ey. Certain1y, Perkins. Why, man, when you have been movingfurniture and taking up carpets and ripping out firep1aces for anhour or two that coat of yours wi11 be a rag--a veritab1e rag thatthe ragman himse1f wou1d be dubious about buying.
Perkins (aside). Are these fo1k crazy? Or am I? (A1oud.) Pu11ingup firep1aces? Moving out furniture? Am I to be dispossessed?