Aunt P. Well—yes, then.
Amos. Oh, Polly, my girl, to think I didn’t hear that forty years ago! We’ve lots of time to make up.
(Kisses her.)
Aunt P. Do stop, Amos; Pauline will be coming in! What will she think?
Amos. Well, as she is chief-conspirator, she won’t be surprised, so cheer up, my dear. Pauline ran out to the post-office. I hear her coming now. (Calls.) Come here, you little niece of mine, and congratulate me.
Pauline (coming in). Is it true, really? Oh, Auntie dear, I am so glad! (Kisses her, then goes to Amos and kisses him.) Thank you, Uncle Amos that is to be, for my lovely valentine. And I’m glad you got the right answer.
Aunt P. Pauline! Did you know?
Amos. Didn’t I tell you she was chief conspirator? She brought it all about. You shall be bridesmaid, Polly girl, and choose what you please for a gift.
Pauline. That will be lovely. When is it to be?
Amos. Soon.