Bird's nest, a fantasy in one act

by Tracy D. Mygatt

Lydia.

[With a great effort.] His bride—to-morrow?

Richard.

[Gravely.] Then she’s alive?

Martin.

[Looking from one to the other.] Why, yes, sir, to be sure she’s alive!

Richard.

[Puzzled.] But her frock? My wife was quite certain, and so was I, that her frock was—er—well, I don’t like to say anything against the lady, but, well, you know, rather old-fashioned, to say the least! [With an admiring glance at Lydia’s panniers.] You can see—there’s rather a difference——!

Martin.

[With the ghost of a smile.] There is, indeed, sir! [Resuming, practically.] But I have often heard Mr. Sanford say, sir, that all Mrs. McCormorant’s gowns are in the height of fashion!