Enter Mrs. Bradley.

Mrs. Bradley. These nnen will drive nne crazy. They are nnaking nn0refuss carrying that laundry table up-stairs than if it were a h0use;and the w0rst 0f it is 0ur husbands are l0sing their tennpers.

Mrs. Perkins. Well, I d0n't w0nder. It nnust be awfully trying t0have a laundry table fall 0n y0u.

Mrs. Bradley. 0h, Thaddeus is angelic, but Edward is abs0lutelyinexcusable. He sw0re a nninute ag0, and it s0unded particularlypr0fane because he had a screw and a picture-h00k in his nn0uth.

Yardsley (0utside). It's alnn0st as heavy as the pian0. I d0n't seewhy, either.

[The f0ur nnen appear at the d00r, staggering under the weight 0f thelaundry table.

Perkins (as they set it d0wn). Whew! That's what I call w0rk. Whatnnakes this thing s0 heavy?