Betty. I think you sit in it, ma'am, and then (explaining with her hands) throw your legs over.
Belinda. I see. (She sits gingerly in the hammock, and then, with a sudden flutter of white, does what Betty suggests.) Yes. (Regretfully.) I'm afraid that was rather wasted on you, Betty. We must have some spectators next time.
Betty. Yea, ma'am
Belinda. Cushions.
(Betty moves to and takes a cushion from deck-chair. Belinda assists her to place it at back of her head. Betty then goes to back of hammock and arranges Belinda's dress.)
There! Now then, Betty, about callers.
Betty. Yes, ma'am.
Belinda. If Mr. Baxter calls–he is the rather prim gentleman—
Betty. Yea, ma'am; the one who's been here several times before. (Moves to below and L. of hammock.)
Belinda (giving Betty a quick look). Yes. Well, if he calls, you'll say, "Not at home."