Bird's nest, a fantasy in one act

by Tracy D. Mygatt

[Sanford puts down the trumpet crossly, jerks the other end from Martin, lays the instrument on the table, and hastily selects another.

Sanford.

Here—let’s try this one—and change places with me—and you hold the thing-um-a-bob to your ear! [Martin, with a faint shrug, complies, so that he stands where Sanford has been standing, therefore facing the garden. As the arrangement is completed, Sanford begins, speaking sentimentally into the tube.] Do you know, they say the Bird’s Nest was built for lovers! Can you hear?

Martin.

[His eyes on the garden.] So I have heard, sir!

Sanford.

[Practically.] That’s good! [Suppressing a yawn.] Then I guess I’ll give her this one—it’s too late to try ’em all!

Martin.

[Suggestively.] Best try if I can hear the story, sir!

Sanford.