Bobby. I meant to, truly. But I forgot.
Evelyn. Let Uncle Bertram open it, Bert. I’ll bet a box of candy his valentine is inside. There have been queer doings with valentines to-day, and I believe Bobby’s at the bottom of the whole thing. Hold him tight while I investigate, or rather while we all do. Open that, Uncle Bert.
Bert (passing it). Yes, do, Uncle Bert. My letter isn’t inside, that’s sure, since Miss Ellen got it. No, no, Sir Robert, stay right here. Your elder brother is very fond of your company just now.
Bobby. Let go! You’re twisting my arm!
Bert. I won’t hurt as long as you don’t try to get away, but here you’ve got to stay just now. How about it, Uncle?
Uncle B. (who has opened letter and looked inside). It’s mine, all right, boy. (To Bobby.) Now, young man, how about it? Who changed them around, and when?
Bobby. How should I know? I found this on the desk and asked Mamma if I should mail it, and she said yes, and then I forgot to, that’s all.
Bert. But how came Uncle Bertram’s letter in this envelope?
Bobby. How should I know? Stop that! Mamma, he’s hurting me.
Mrs. W. Yes? Well, I should advise him to keep on doing so till he gets to the bottom of the mystery.