Good, Georgiana Thompson. [Writes.]
Mrs. St. V. Here's a pretty one.
Cupid (reads).
I wish you joy, I wish you grace,
I wish you many a happy time;
May smiles light up your cheery face
Soon as you read my merry rhyme.
Ada McClure. [Writes.]
Mrs. St. V. And one, the sweetest of all, for that mischief-loving girl with the Irish name.
Cupid (reads).
Thrue for yez, lady, here I be;
Belike ye'd hardly know 'tis me;
But I'll be good, and plaze attind
The valentine of this young frind.
Good! Mary Ann Murphy. (Writes.) Now, auntie, fold my wings down and make a mail-carrier of me. I will deliver these missives myself. And this comic thing we will tear up and utterly destroy. Keep up your courage, auntie. I hear that times are better, and there's to be a big sale of valentines this year. [Exeunt Mrs. St. V. and Cupid, L.]