Cupid. You have to keep a few in stock, of course.
Mrs. St. V. Come, my child. Suggest some way out of this difficulty. The girls must not be permitted to compromise themselves.
Cupid. I have it. Pick out seven of your pretty ones, a valentine for each girl, and I will substitute them for this hideous thing.
Mrs. St. V. Oh, Cupid, you are so bright! Here's one.
Cupid.
When birds come back to bower and tree,
Pray, ladye fair, take thought of me;
No bird has note so sweet and true,
As all my loving thoughts of you.
That will do for Gertrude Campbell. [Signs her name.]
Mrs. St. V. And this. (Reads.)
I would tell you how much I love you,
But I don't know where to begin,
So open your door, sweet maiden,
And let your true love in.
Cupid. Let that be Amanda Stuart. [Writes.]