Miss Steele. They are silly, stupid things.
Cupid. They are messages of love, I say. Is love stupid and silly?
Miss Steele. What a funny boy this is! What do you know about love?
Cupid. A great deal. It has been my business for centuries to make people love. Here are seven fine valentines for Miss Steele. That's your name?
Miss Steele. Yes, but it is twenty-five years since I had a valentine. (Muses.) Robert, my friend, sent me one. I have it somewhere. But that seems ages ago. I never acknowledged it, and he misunderstood my silence. He went away, and my heart has been closed to love since. Boy, let me see these valentines. Why, they are from my seven naughty girls—Alicia, Ada, Georgie, and even Mollie! What exquisite designs! These things grow more beautiful every year. And the sentiments are lovely.
Cupid. These valentines were selected on account of their sentiments. The girls were talking about revenge.
Miss Steele. They have indeed taken a most loving revenge. How kind of them! I have misunderstood them.
Enter the seven girls.
Laura. And it was not on the table. I looked, but it was quite gone.
Mollie. Like as not she has got it, and we're in for it. Oh, here she is! Come on, girls. Face the music. Live or die! Survive or perish!