Bird's nest, a fantasy in one act

by Tracy D. Mygatt

Lydia.

[She looks long into his troubled, wistful eyes; then pitifully.] We were to live here! [Impetuously.] Oh, don’t you know? We were to live here—and then—then Ajax was frightened by the steam-car, coming home from church this afternoon, and ever since——

Martin.

[Softly, as Lydia stops, unable to proceed.] The folks about here always say Bird’s Nest was built for lovers!

Lydia.

[In a low voice.] The folks? Since when have they said that? I never heard it!

Martin.

[With a long look.] No, Madam,—it was not—in your day! [Then, softly to himself, looking from Lydia to Richard.] Built for lovers——!

Lydia.

[As before.] And are they—lovers?