The Bicyclers and Three Other Farces

by John Kendrick Bangs

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.

Yardsley. There! You fellows might as well carry that out too; and then we’ll be ready for the scene.