SCENE.—Same room as before. Evening of same day.
(Mrs. Winston is seated, with sewing. Bobby runs in.)
Mrs. W. What do you think I got in the mail to-day, Bobby?
Bobby. The paper, probably.
Mrs. W. Yes, but something more.
Bobby. A letter.
Mrs. W. Something better and more precious still.
Bobby. What was it?
Mrs. W. A valentine—such a pretty one! Why, I haven’t had a valentine for years!
Bobby. Did you like it?