Mrs. W. And Bobby found it there, and I told him to mail it.
Bert. And did you mail it, Bobby?
Bobby. Why——
Evelyn. He didn’t! He forgot it. I saw him start just now, and clap his hand to his pocket. I bet it’s there now.
Bobby. No, sir.
Uncle B. Can’t be, because Ellen got it.
Bert (rising, and grasping Bobby, who is trying to sneak away). Come here, my beloved little brother. Let’s see what you have in your pocket.
(He seats himself, Bobby between his knees, and proceeds to go through his pockets, in spite of his endeavors to get away.)
Bobby. You let me go.
Bert. Directly, my dear brother, directly. Ah, here we are! (He takes letter from Bobby’s pocket.) That’s my letter, sure. Now, young man, why didn’t you mail it?