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 portières from the picture-moulding.
Barlow. There isn’t any.
Yardsley. Well, then, we’ll have to imagine how it will look.
Mrs. Bradley. All the bric-à-brac will have to be taken from the room.
Yardsley. True. Perkins, you know the house better than we do. Suppose you take the bric-à-brac out and put it where it will be safe.
Perkins. Certainly.
[Begins to remove bric-à-brac.
Yardsley. Now let’s count up. Here’s the fountain.