Mrs. W. I certainly did, very much. If I only knew who sent it, I should—kiss him, I think.
Bobby. You mightn’t want to.
Mrs. W. I’m sure I should want to, for, you see, I knew the writing on the outside.
Bobby. You did?
Mrs. W. Yes indeed. Thank you so much, dear. It was very nice to receive a valentine once more.
Bobby. Don’t ladies get valentines?
Mrs. W. Not usually after they are my age, dear.
Bobby. But Miss Colwell does, and I heard you say once that you had the same birthday.
Mrs. W. So we have, dear, but what makes you think she gets valentines?
Bobby. I know she does. Uncle Bertram sent her one this morning, and he said it was the fortieth.