My weak point is my conscience,
and when it comes to destroying a friend's property, I don't exactly
like to do it. But if this house belongs to a sordid person, who
built it just to put money in his own pocket, I don't care. Barlow,
you can nail those portieres up. It won't be necessary to build a
frame for them. Bradley, carry the chairs and cabinets out.
[Bradley, assisted by Perkins, removes the remaining furniture,
placing the bric-a-brac on the floor.
Barlow. All right. Where's that stepladder? Thaddeus, got any
nails?
Mrs. Perkins. I--I think we'd rather have a frame, Mr. Yardsley.
_We_ can have one made, can't we, Thaddeus?
Perkins. Certainly. We can have anything made. (Aside.) I suppose
I'd build a theatre for 'em if they asked me to, I'm such a
confounded--
Yardsley. Oh no. Of course, if you'd prefer it, we'll send a frame.
I don't think nails would look well in this ceiling, after all.
Temporarily, though, Barlow, you might hang those portieres from the
picture-moulding.
Barlow. There isn't any.
Yardsley. Well, then, we'll have to imagine how it will look.
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