I did. It's under the dining-room table.
Mrs. Bradley. Well, we mustn't keep Bessie up another moment. Good-
night, my dear. We have had a delightful time.
Mrs. Perkins. Good-night. I am sure we have enjoyed it.
Perkins (aside). Oh yes, indeed; _we_ haven't had so much fun since
the children had the mumps.
Yardsley. Well, so-long, Perkins. Thanks for your help.
Perkins. By-by.
Barlow. Good-night.
Yardsley. Don't bother about fixing up to-night, Perkins. I'll be
around to-morrow evening and help put things in order again.
[They all go out. The good-nights are repeated, and finally the
front door is closed.
Re-enter Perkins, who falls dejectedly on the settee, followed by
Mrs. Perkins, who gives a rueful glance at the room.
Perkins. I'm glad Yardsley's coming to fix us up again. I _never_
could do it.
Mrs. Perkins. Then I must. I can't ask Jennie to do it, she'd
discharge us at once, and I can't have my drawing-room left this way
over Sunday.
Perkins (wearily). Oh, well, shall we do it now?
Mrs. Perkins. No, you poor dear man; we'll stay home from church to-
morrow morning and do it.
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