Amos. Maybe I’m an old fool for my pains, but that letter asked her a question—the question, and told her I would come that evening for my answer, and I’m coming. If she gets it to-day, to-night is the night to call, and I’m coming, if I get turned down for my pains. I thought she went away to get out of having to say no. And to think I wasted forty years! Well, there’s no fool like an old fool, and Polly’s got to answer that question. Wish me luck, little girl.
Pauline. Indeed I do! And Aunt Polly does care, I know. I’m glad I meddled.
Amos. So am I. Though I can’t understand about that letter. Going? Well, you look in the office this evening, and you’ll find the finest valentine this town affords, addressed to Cupid. Good-afternoon.
Pauline. Good-afternoon.
(Goes out. He takes out the little picture again, and gazes at it.)
Amos. Love is eternal. Love is always young. Maybe I’ll end my days in a home of my own, after all! Dear little Polly!
CURTAIN
ACT III
SCENE.—Same as first scene. Evening.