Act I
It is a lovely April afternoon–a foretaste of summer–in Belinda's garden.
Betty, a middle-aged servant, is fastening a hammock–its first appearance this year–to a tree down L. In front there is a garden-table, with a deck-chair on the right of it and a straight-backed one to the left. There are books, papers, and magazines on the table. Belinda, of whom we shall know more presently, is on the other side of the open windows which look on to the garden, talking to Betty, who crosses to R. of hammock, securing it to tree C.
Belinda (from inside the house). Are you sure you're tying it up tightly enough, Betty?
Betty (coming to front of hammock). Yes, ma'am; I think it's firm.
Belinda. Because I'm not the fairy I used to be.
Betty (testing hammock). Yes, ma'am; it's quite firm this end too.
Belinda (entering from portico with sunshade open). It's not the ends I'm frightened of; it's the middle where the weight's coming. (Comes down R. and admiring.) It looks very nice. (She crosses at back of wicker table, hanging her hand-bag on hammock. Closes and places her sunshade at back of tree C.)
Betty. Yes, ma'am.
Belinda (trying the middle of it with her hand). I asked them at the Stores if they were quite sure it would bear me, and they said it would take anything up to–I forget how many tons. I know I thought it was rather rude of them. (Looking at it anxiously, and trying to get in, first with her right leg and then her left.) How does one get in! So trying to be a sailor!