Amos. I didn’t, I assure you. I only implore that you will not mention having seen what was never intended for your eyes.
Pauline. I won’t, indeed. You liked Aunt Polly, then?
Amos. Certainly. We were playmates and schoolmates from that time on. That was taken just after she came to this town. You look very like her at your age, my dear.
Pauline. So much so that you called me Polly.
Amos. Did I? Excuse me. And now, my dear little girl—I mean young lady, what can I do for you?
Pauline. Just answer a few questions. This is Valentine’s Day; you know, and I’ve been playing Cupid.
Amos. Indeed? And what did you wish to ask me? If it was ever legal to play Cupid, I think it is on Valentine’s Day.
Pauline. If—if any one finds a letter that was evidently intended to be mailed, and it hasn’t been, is it right for that person to mail it?
Amos. Why, certainly. It’s the proper thing to do, my dear.