) Lute! (She pats
her mouth back.)
BETTY. Is that all, ma'am?
BELINDA. That's all. (BETTY prepares to go.) Oh, what am I
thinking of! (Waving to the table.) I want that review; I think
it's the blue one. (As BETTY begins to look.) It has an
article by Mr. Baxter on the "Rise of Lunacy in the Eastern
Counties"--yes, that's the one. I'd better have that too; I'm just
at the most exciting place. You shall have it after _me, _Betty.
BETTY. Is that all, ma'am?
BELINDA. Yes, that really is all.
[BETTY goes into the house.]
BELINDA (reading to herself). "It is a matter of grave concern to
all serious students of social problems--" (Putting the review down
in hammock and shaking her head gently.) But not in April. (Lazily
opening the book and reading.) "Tell me where is love"--well,
that's the question, isn't it? (She puts the book down, gives a
sigh of happiness, and lazily closes her eyes. DELIA comes into the
garden, from Paris. She is decidedly a modern girl, pretty and
self-possessed. Her hair is half-way up; waiting for her birthday,
perhaps. She sees her mother suddenly, stops, and then goes on
tiptoe to the head of the hammock. She smiles and kisses her mother
on the forehead. BELINDA, looking supremely unconscious, goes on
sleeping. DELIA kisses her lightly again. BELINDA wakes up with
an extraordinarily natural start, and is just about to say, "Oh,
Mr.
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