Amos. Let’s go back a bit, Polly. You used to like me when we were little playmates, now didn’t you?
Aunt P. Yes, of course. You were the nicest boy I knew.
Amos. And when we went to the old Academy together. You liked me then?
Aunt P. Why, yes, of course, Amos.
Amos. And if you’d got that letter when you were meant to get it, you’d have said yes; now, wouldn’t you?
Aunt P. Why——
Amos. You would, Polly, now wouldn’t you? Come, own up; it’s forty years past.
Aunt P. Why, yes.
Amos. Then you’ll say it now. You’ve just got it, and I’ve come for my answer, as I said I should. Isn’t it yes, Polly dearest?