Bird's nest, a fantasy in one act

by Tracy D. Mygatt

Martin.

[Imperturbably to Richard.] It’s merely her age, sir——! Sixty-three she is, but——

Richard.

Good God! It’s impossible! It’s unnatural!

Martin.

[Watching Lydia narrowly.] She took a great fancy to Bird’s Nest the day Mr. Sanford brought her over! It makes them both feel quite young again, so they say!

Lydia.

[Under her breath.] Young! Sixty-three——! I’m not eighteen——!

Martin.

[Watching her as before.] Haven’t old people a right to happiness, Madam?