DELIA. Why did you?
BELINDA. Mother rather wanted it. (Solemnly.) Delia, never get married because your mother---- Oh, I forgot; I'm your mother.
DELIA. And I don't want a better one ... (They embrace.) And so you left each other?
DELIA. But, darling, didn't you tell him there was going to be a Me?
BELINDA. Oh no!
DELIA. I wonder why not?
BELINDA. Well, you see, if I had, he might have wanted to stay.
BELINDA (hurt). If he didn't want to stay for me, I didn't want him to stay for you. (Penitently.) Forgive me, darling, but I didn't know you very well then. We've been very happy together, haven't we?
DELIA (going to the hammock, sitting in it and dangling her legs). I should think we have.
BELINDA (leaning back in chair). I don't want to deny you anything, and, of course, if you'd li