Amos. Then you did get it?
Aunt P. Yes, but I don’t understand it, and I’m all upset about it. It was like a voice from the dead.
Amos. It was, Polly, a voice from the dead past. That letter should have reached you forty years ago.
Aunt P. Did you write that forty years ago, Amos? And why didn’t you send it? Why send it now, after all these years?
Amos. I did send it, dear heart. There’s a mystery about that letter that we will talk about later. Just now I want my answer.
Aunt P. Your answer, now?
Amos. Yes, now. Polly, dear, I’ve waited forty years for my answer. Isn’t that long enough to keep a man waiting?
Aunt P. But, Amos, forty years changes things.
Amos. It hasn’t changed my love for you any. I’ve tried to down it for forty years because I thought I’d got my answer. But have that answer I must and will.
Aunt P. But, Amos——