Dorothy. Ha, ha, ha!
Barlow. Another joke? Good. Let me enjoy it too. Hee, Hee!
Jennie. Pst!
[Barlow looks around; Jennie hastily withdraws her head.
Barlow. I didn't know you had steam heat in this house.
Dorothy. We haven't. What put such an idea as that into your head?
Barlow. Why, I thought I heard the hissing of steam, the click of a
radiator, or something of that sort back by the door.
Yardsley. Maybe the house is haunted.
Dorothy. I fancy it was your imagination: or perhaps it was the
wind blowing through the hall. The pantry window is open.
Barlow. I guess maybe that's it. How fine it must be in the country
now!
[Jennie pokes her head in through the portieres again, and follows it
with her arm and hand, in which is a feather duster, which she waves
wildly in an endeavor to attract Yardsley's attention.
Dorothy. Divine. I should so love to be out of town still. It
seems to me people always make a great mistake returning to the city
so early in the fall. The country is really at its best at this time
of year.
[Yardsley turns half around, and is about to speak, when he catches
sight of the now almost hysterical Jennie and her feather duster.
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