Louise. Oh, you have! You have been up to some mischief! Now if you tell, I will.
Bobby. You can’t, for you don’t know it to tell, smarty. Say, Lou, let’s see the funny one.
Louise. It isn’t funny. It’s just horrid, and I meant it to be. Besides, they’re sealed now. Keep still while I direct them. (She writes. Bobby gets behind her, and shows wild enjoyment. Louise rises.) There! Now I’ll go mail ’em. Have you sent any, Bobby?
Bobby. Not me. I’ve got too many sisters to want to send valentines to girls. (Louise goes out. Bobby seats himself at desk.) See if I can get mine sent some time to-day. (Writes.) I suppose I’d better mail the one Bert forgot. Gee! But wasn’t it good! Louise mixed up her own, and she’s sent the pretty one to Fred, and the other to Reginald. Good one on her! It seems to be catching. I’ll go out and mail mine before anything happens to it. It’s a poor day for valentines. Sort of mixy, somehow. Six of ’em, all going wrong! Gee! Mine’s the lucky seventh. Wish I was a bumblebee, and could follow some of ’em. Wouldn’t it be fun! Well, Papa says a boy ought to be a good mixer. Guess I’m all right. (Goes to door, and calls.) Mamma!
Mrs. W. (outside). What is it, Bobby?
Bobby (as she enters). Here’s a letter Bert left on the desk, all addressed and sealed. Shall I mail it?
Mrs. W. Certainly. Let me see it, Bobby. (Takes it, and reads.) It’s for Eloise. A valentine, probably. Mail it by all means, dear.
(Bobby runs out. Mrs. W. tidies up the room a bit, and then also passes out.)