Mrs. W. I’m glad you see it, little daughter. I really think that, as so much good has resulted from Bobby’s playing Cupid, we will have to forgive him this time, but he must never do so again.
Bobby. I won’t, Mamma, truly I won’t.
Uncle B. I don’t suppose you ought to be paid for a naughty trick, but that pony you’ve wanted so long is yours, my boy, next Saturday.
Mrs. W. No, not for a month, Bertram. Bobby must be taught a lesson.
Bobby. All right, Mamma. I deserve it. But thank you, Uncle Bert. You’re a brick!
Uncle B. And now, little girlie, what do you want? A pony, too, or a big dolly?
Louise. I want to be the little flower girl.
Uncle B. So you shall, bless your heart! And Helen and Evelyn shall be bridesmaids.
Louise. And maybe Eloise’ll let me be hers. I’ll be two flower girls.
Evelyn. Two weddings! And one twenty years delayed! Well, I guess there’s something doing in this family, and all because of Bobby and the changed valentines!