Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three Acts

by A. E. W. Mason

Celia. Well, Aunt Ida.

Aunt Ida. (Beside chair L. of table R. In low voice, almost tearfully) Celia, darling, have you been doing something--foolish? (Celia laughs.) Is there--is there--anything peculiar about--Colonel Smith?

Celia. (Smiling) What would you call--peculiar, Aunt Ida?

Aunt Ida. (With great gentleness, but evidently distressed) Forgive me, dearest. It is--is there anything about Colonel Smith you don't want the family to know?

Celia. Yes. (Going to Aunt Ida above chair R. Laughs) There is--something--about Colonel Smith--I don't want the family to know. (Laughs.)

Aunt Ida. Why, isn't he--what you said?

Celia. (Looking at Aunt Ida and laughing) He is not.

Aunt Ida. (Timidly) No--?

Celia. He is--not!! (Celia, above chair R., swings Aunt Ida into it.)

Aunt Ida. Mercy, child! Don't drive me crazy! He is not--not what?