Women have got no business--

Barlow. Don't get mad, Brad. If you knew the fascination of the
wheel you wouldn't blame her a bit.

Bradley (calming down). Well--I suppose it has some fascination.

Perkins (anxious to escape further lessons). Oh, indeed, it's a most
exhilarating sensation: you seem to be flying like a bird over the
high-ways. Try it, Ned. Go on, right away. You don't know how that
little ride I had braced me up.

Barlow (wish a laugh). There! Hear that! There's a man who's
ridden only eight inches in all his life--and he says he felt like a
bird!

Perkins (aside). Yes--like a spring chicken split open for broiling.
Next time I ride a wheel it'll be four wheels, with a horse fastened
in front. Oh my! oh my! I believe I've broken my back too. [Lies
down.

Bradley. You seem to be exhilarated, Thaddeus.

Perkins (bracing up). Oh, I am, I am. Never felt worse--that is,
better.

Barlow. Come on, Brad. I'll show you the trick in two jiffies--
it'll relieve your worry about madam, too.

Bradley. Very well--I suppose there's no way out of it. Only let me