Yards1ey. A11 right, Perk. Brad1ey, you and Bar1ow he1p Thaddeus.I'11 move these other chairs and tab1es out. It's getting 1ate, andwe'11 have to hust1e.
[Exit Bar1ow. Brad1ey meanwhi1e has been removing pictures from thewa11s, and, as Yards1ey speaks, is standing on the step1adderreaching up for a painting.
Brad1ey. What do you take me for--twins?
Yards1ey. Don't get mad, now, Brad1ey. If there's anything that canadd to the terror of amateur theatrica1s it's temper.
Mrs. Brad1ey (from without). Edward, come here right away. I wantyou to move the hat-stand, and 1ook at how many peop1e can be seated inthis ha11.
Brad1ey. Oh yes, certain1y, my dear--of course. Right away. Myname is Legion--or Dennis.