Mrs. St. V.
I love my love with an A, because she's so attractive;
I love my love with an S, because she is so strong.
I send her a host of good wishes;
They are all in my little song.
Cupid. That shall he Alicia Perry's. (Writes.) It doesn't rhyme, though.
Mrs. St. V. Read this, my boy.
Cupid (reads).
Oh! will you be my valentine? I'll fly at your behest;
And everything I'll proffer you, of first and very best.
Delightful. Laura Thurston. [Writes.]
Mrs. St. V. Here's one with flowers. Take that for the little one.
Cupid (reads).
Roses for you, gentle friend,
Lilies, too, and mignonette,
Daisies, and forget-me-nots
From your loving little pet.