ond's Extract for--to drink, or to water the
street with? O Lord! (holding up his arm). There aren't any ribs
sticking out, are there?

Barlow (outside). The other way--there--that's it--you've got it.

Bradley (outside). Why, it _is_ easy, isn't it?

Perkins (scornfully). Easy! That fellow'd find comfort in--

Barlow (outside). Now you're off--not too fast.

Mrs. Perkins (walking to window). Why, Thaddeus, he's going like the
wind down the street!

Perkins. Heaven help him when he comes to the river!

Barlow (rushing in). Here we are in trouble again. Brad's gone off
on my wheel. Bob's taken his, and your tire's punctured. He doesn't
know the first thing about turning or stopping, and I can't run fast
enough to catch him. One member of the family is in jail--the other
on a runaway wheel!

[Yardsley appears at door. Assumes attitude of butler announcing
guest.

Yardsley. Missus Willerby 'Awkins!

Enter Mrs. Bradley, hysterical.

Mrs. Bradley. Oh, Edward!

[Throws herself into Barlow's arms.

Barlow (quietly). Excuse me--ah--Mrs. Hawkins--ah--Bradley--but I'm
not--I'm not your husband.

Mrs. Bradley (looking up, tragically). Where's Edward?

Mrs. Perkins. Sit down, dear--you must be completely worn out.

Mrs. Bradley (in alarm). Where is he?

Perkins (rising and standing on one leg). Fact is, Mrs. Bradley--we
don't know. He disappeared ten minutes ago.

Yardsley. What do you mean?

Mrs. Bradley. Disappeared?

Barlow. Yes. He went east--at the rate of about a mile a minute.

Mrs. Bradley. My husband--went east? Mile a minute?

Perkins. Yes, on a bike. Yardsley, take me by the shawl-strap, will
you, and help me over to that chair; my back hurts so I can't lie
down.

Mrs. Bradley. Ned--on a wheel? Why, he can't ride!

Barlow. Oh yes, he can. What I'm afraid of is that he can't stop
riding.

Bradley (outside). Hi--Barlow--help!

Mrs. Bradley. That's his voice--he called for help.

Yardsley (rushing to window). Hi--Brad--stop! Your wife's here.

Bradley (in distance). Can't stop--don't know how--

Barlow (leaning out of window). By Jove! he's turned the corner all
right. If he keeps on around, we can catch him next time he passes.

Mrs. Bradley. Oh, do, do stop him. I'm so afraid he'll be hurt.

Mrs. Perkins (looking out). I can just see him on the other side of
the square--and, oh dear me!--_his_ lamp is out.

Mrs. Bradley. Oh, Mr. Yardsl