Thaddeus ought to have thought of that.
Perkins (angrily). Well, of all--
Mrs. Perkins. Never mind. It's here, and it's all right.
Yardsley. That's so. We musn't quarrel. If we get started, we'll
never stop. Now, Perkins, roll up that rug, and we'll get things
placed, and then we'll be through.
Barlow. Come on; I'll help. Bradley, get those pictures off the
rug. Don't be so careless of Mrs. Perkins's property.
Bradley. Careless? See here now, Barlow--
Mrs. Bradley. Now, Edward--no temper. Take the pictures out.
Bradley. And where shall I take the pictures out to?
Yardsley. Put 'em on the dining-room table.
Perkins (aside). Throw 'em out the window, for all I care.
Bradley. Eh?
Perkins. Nothing. I--er--I only said to put 'em--er--to put 'em
wherever you pleased.
Bradley. But _I_ can't say where they're to go, Thaddeus. This
isn't my house.
Perkins (aside). No--worse luck--it's mine.
Mrs. Perkins. Oh--put them in the dining-room; they'll be safe
there.
Bradley. I will.
[He begins carrying the pictures out. Perkins, Barlow, and Yardsley
roll up the rug.
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