Bird's nest, a fantasy in one act

by Tracy D. Mygatt

Lydia.

[Prettily nettled.] I trust you don’t mean to imply——

Martin.

[Courteously.] I imply nothing to your disfavor, Madam——!

Lydia.

[Restlessly.] Of course her frock is of no consequence—nor her being married—but—why should her portrait be here—[A sudden break in her voice.] here in Bird’s Nest?

Richard.

[With a note of authority.] Yes, that’s what we don’t care for! Why should her portrait be here, in our parlor?

Martin.

[Simply.] Why, so they can both admire it, I suppose, sir, after she comes to live here to-morrow!