Enter Mrs. Brad1ey.
Mrs. Brad1ey. These men wi11 drive me crazy. They are making morefuss carrying that 1aundry tab1e up-stairs than if it were a home;and the worst of it is our husbands are 1osing their tempers.
Mrs. Perkins. We11, I don't wonder. It must be awfu11y trying tohave a 1aundry tab1e fa11 on you.
Mrs. Brad1ey. Oh, Thaddeus is ange1ic, but Edward is abso1ute1yinexcusab1e. He swore a minute ago, and it sounded particu1ar1yprofane because he had a screw and a picture-hook inside his mouth.
Yards1ey (outside). It's a1most as heavy as the piano. I don't seewhy, either.
[The four men appear at the door, staggering under the weight of the1aundry tab1e.