Mrs. Perkins. Perhaps Miss Andrews and Mr. Yardsley could do their
little scene from Romeo and Juliet.
Mrs. Bradley. Just the thing.
Yardsley. But I haven't a suitable costume.
Perkins. I'll lend you my golf trousers, and Bess has an old shirt-
waist you could wear with 'em. Piece it out a little so that you
could get into it, and hang the baby's toy sword at your side, and
carry his fireman's hat under your arm, and you'd make a dandy-
looking Romeo. Some people might think you were a new woman, but if
somebody were to announce to the audience that you were not that, but
the Hon. R. Montague, Esq., it would be all right and exceedingly
amusing. I'll do the announcing with the greatest of pleasure.
Really think I'd enjoy it.
Miss Andrews. I think it would be much better to get up Mrs.
Jarley's waxworks.
Perkins. Oh dear, Miss Andrews, never. Mrs. Jarley awakens too many
bitter memories in me. I was Mrs. Jarley once, and--
Yardsley. It must have been awful. If there is anything in life
that could be more horrible than you, with your peculiar style of
humor, trying to do Jarley, I--
Perkins.
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