Barlow. Come along, Thaddeus. You’re earning your pay to-night.
Perkins (desperately). May I take my coat off? I’m boiling.
Mrs. Bradley. Certainly. I wonder you didn’t think of it before.
Perkins. Think? I never think.
Yardsley. Well, go ahead in your thoughtless way and get the rug out. You are delaying us.
Perkins. All right. Come on. Barlow, are you ready?
Barlow. I am. [They drag the rug out.
Yardsley. At last. (Replaces the tub.) There’s the fountain. Now where shall we put the cook’s delight?
Mrs. Perkins. Over here, I should say.
Mrs. Bradley. I think it would be better here.