_Paterfamilias._ Post nearly two hours late! Really disgraceful!
_Materfamilias._ Well, dear, remember it's only once a year, and we used
to enjoy it ourselves before we were married!
_Eldest Daughter._ I got half-a-dozen last year. I dare say I shall get
twice as many this.
_Second Daughter._ I dare say! I believe you send them yourself!
_Eldest Daughter._ So probable! How can you think of such silly things!
And how spiteful of you!
_Son and Heir._ Don't quarrel, girls! And here's the post.
_Enter servant with heaps of letters, which are eagerly seized and
distributed._
_Chorus._ What are they?
_Paterfamilias_ (_disgusted at his budget_). Valentines!