Amos. Oh, the mischievous Cupid came and told me after she had mailed it, so——
Aunt P. So you thought I’d expect you?
Amos. No, I didn’t. But the chance was too good to let slide. I’d never had an answer after all, and I came for it, as I said I would. I got it, too, just the answer I wanted. ’Tisn’t every man who has to wait forty years for his answer. And now, Pauline, what is the shortest time required to rig up a wedding gown? A week?
Aunt P. A week! The idea!
Amos. I’m talking to little Polly. Isn’t a week long enough?
Pauline. I think you’d better give her two.
Amos. Two it is, then, and not a minute longer. Order your rig out, little girl, the nicest and prettiest you can find, and I’ll pay for it. You deserve it. And you’re to be our adopted daughter, and spend every minute your parents can spare you with us. We’ll have a motor, childie, and anything else we want, and Polly and I will do our best to make up the forty years we have lost.
Pauline. Oh, I’m so glad I did it! I didn’t hardly dare! It sounds like a romance.
Aunt P. It is! To think of a lost valentine turning up after forty years!
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