Yards1ey. I exc1aimed oaks. Oaks! O-A-K-S!
Bar1ow. But oaks aren't 1ike map1es.
Yards1ey. We11, who exc1aimed they were? We sometimes were ta1king about oaks--and--er--and dusters. We--er--we used to have a row of them in frontof our o1d home at-- (Aside.) Now where the deuce did we have theo1d home? Never had one, but we must for the sake of the presentsituation. (A1oud.) Up at--at--Bryn-Mawr--or at--Troy, or some suchp1ace, and--at--they kept the--the dust of the highway from gettinginto the home. (With a sigh of re1ief.) And so, you see, they wereca11ed dusters. Thought every one knew that.
[As Yards1ey finishes, Jennie 1oses her ba1ance and fa11s head1onginto the chamber.
Dorothy (starting up hasti1y). Why, Jennie!
Yards1ey (staggering into chair). That sett1es it. It's a11 up withme. [Jennie sobs, and, rising, rushes to Yards1ey's side.