Bobby. Ho, ho! And you wanted him to send you one!
Louise. No such thing! He can keep his old valentines, if he wants to. I’m going to send a lovely one to Reginald. He’s got sense enough to ’preciate it, maybe. And I got a horrid comic one of a miser, all ragged and thin, gnawing a bare bone, like a dog, with his money all piled up around him.
Bobby. Mamma doesn’t like us to send comic ones.
Louise. Don’t you tell, Bobby Winston!
Bobby. What’ll you give me not to? My aggie back again?
Louise. I haven’t got it yet to give back again. Yes, keep it if you want to, but don’t tell. If you do, I’ll never tell you anything again, so there, now!
Bobby. Well, I won’t, but Mamma wouldn’t like it. You know she wouldn’t.
Louise. Maybe she wouldn’t like all you’ve been up to, either, Sir Robert.
Bobby. What you know about what I’ve been up to?