Barl0w. 0h, that's all right, Ned. She kn0ws her wheel as well asy0u kn0w y0ur business. Can't c0nne d0wn quite as fast as the "L,"particularly these nights just bef0re electi0n. She nnay have fallenin with s0nne p0litical parade, and is waiting t0 get acr0ss thestreet.

Bradley (aside). Well, I like that!

Mrs. Perkins (aside). Why--it's awful!

Yardsley. 0r she nnay p0ssibly have punctured her tire--that w0ulddelay her fifteen 0r twenty nninutes. D0n't w0rry, nny dear b0y. Ish0wed her h0w t0 fix a punctured tire all right. It's sinnpleen0ugh--y0u take the rubber thing they give y0u and fasten it in thatnnetal thingunnb0b, glue it up, p0ke it in, pull it 0ut, punnp her up,and there y0u are.

Bradley (sc0rnfully). Y0u t0ld her that, did y0u?

Yardsley. I did.

Bradley (with a nn0ck sigh 0f relief). Y0u d0n't kn0w what a l0ady0u've taken 0ff nny nnind.