Aunt P. But why didn’t you bring the letter to me, Pauline, instead of to Amos?
Pauline. I didn’t give it to either, Auntie. I mailed it. If I’d given it to you, you’d have read it, and cried over it, and treasured it, but you’d never have let—Uncle Amos—see it or know of it, now would you?
Aunt P. Not at this late day. It would have been equivalent to a proposal from me. But I would always have treasured the thought that he did love me, after all. That I had not given my love unsought, something which has shamed me to myself all these years.
Pauline. And if I had given it to you, Mr. Hill——
Amos. Uncle Amos is good enough, Polly girl.
Pauline. If I had given it to you, Uncle Amos, would you have mailed it?
Amos. No, I should have thought it too late.
Pauline. So you see I did the best possible thing, and the letter reached the right one, and the result is all I hoped for.
Aunt P. But how did you know about it, Amos?