Sandy
I thought he was dead.
Judith
No, he’s not dead; he’s upstairs.
Sandy
You’re quite different from what you were the other day.
Judith
It’s this garden hat—I’ll take it off. There. I’ve been pruning the calceolarias.
She does so.
Sandy
Puzzled.
Oh?—
Judith
I love my garden, you know—it’s so peaceful and quaint. I spend long days dreaming away in it—you know how one dreams.