Joe [turning to her affectionately]. It's good I have you, Lydia. Aunt Harriet has a fit every time she sees me doing this.
Lydia. Having them is part of her religion.
Joe. Well, this is mine. What is yours, Lydia? I don't believe I ever heard you say.
Lydia [shortly]. I haven't any.
Joe. Sure enough?
Lydia [nodding, then speaking quite slowly]. I never did anything for any one out of love, and I was never allowed to do anything I wanted to for joy. So I know that I have no religion.
Joe [embarrassed]. Never mind. Perhaps that will all come to you some day. [Joe suddenly sits erect and looks first toward the French door and then toward the window.] I wonder what you will do when I go?
Lydia [following the direction of his gaze]. Where?
Joe. Oh—to college.
Lydia. Perhaps when you go to college I'll do something Aunt Harriet doesn't think is regular.