[4]. Boy in background--mother side faces audience while addressing the lawyer, wrings hands and weeps.
[5]. Boy again near front, listening to threats of mother, who shakes him and her fist in turn.
THE BRIDAL VEIL
by Alice Cary.
We’re married, they say, and you think you have won me,--
Well, take this white veil from my head and look on me.[me.]
Here’s matter to vex you and matter to grieve you.