Helen. Yes, make him tell. I’ll bet he did it.
Evelyn. Might as well own up, Bobby. You’ll have to in the end.
Louise. There wasn’t any letter on the desk when I wrote mine. Oh, Bobby, did you change mine? If you did, I’m glad, Bobby, truly I am.
Bobby. I didn’t though, truly, Lou. You did it yourself. I knew it, though, but I thought I’d keep still. I wanted to find out if Reggie Westcott could get mad. He’s such a girlie boy!
Louise. Well, he didn’t. But I’m glad Freddie didn’t get it. I’m glad they got mixed.
Uncle B. So am I, girlie. ’Twas a good mix up for me, but I’m sure other hands tampered with mine.
Bert. And mine. Now, young man, how about it?
Bobby. About what?
Bert (taking him across knee). About this.