Yardsley. I guess we'd better put it over in this corner, where the
audience won't see it. If you are so careless that you can't move a
piano without losing its tone, we'd better not have it moved too far.
Now, then.
[Barlow, Yardsley, and Bradley endeavor to push the piano over the
floor, but it doesn't move.
Enter Perkins with two portieres wrapped about him, and hugging a
small stepladder in his arms.
Bradley. Hurry up, Perkins. Don't shirk so. Can't you see that
we're trying to get this piano across the floor? Where are you at?
Perkins (meekly). I'm trying to make myself at home. Do you expect
me to hang on to these things and move pianos at the same time?
Barlow. Let him alone, Bradley. He's doing the best he knows. I
always say give a man credit for doing what he can, whether he is
intelligent or not. Of course we don't expect you to hang on to the
portieres and the stepladder while you are pushing the piano, Thad.
That's too much to expect of any man of your size; some men might do
it, but not all. Drop the portieres.
Perkins. Where'll I put 'em?
Yardsley.
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