Bird's nest, a fantasy in one act

by Tracy D. Mygatt

Thanks. [Laying a protesting hand on Martin’s arm.] But don’t go in yet, Martin! I—I want to talk.

Martin.

Yes, sir.

Sanford.

[Sentimentally looking up at the moon.] Just look at her! Isn’t she splendid? Doesn’t she—— [He breaks into a fat chuckle.] Now just listen to that, will you? Don’t that show the state I’m in—callin’ the moon “her” and “she”! Why, that’s what they say in the magazines. I was readin’ one last night—[With fatuous explicitness.] one of those love-stories! Why, Martin, I haven’t said “her” and “she” for forty years!

Martin.

[Dutifully.] Yes, sir.

Sanford.

[Testily.] Well, don’t that show——?

Martin.