VALENTINE BY PROXY.
In Ethel's palm the goat
The valentine would place,
But finding it so sweet,
He swallowed it with grace.
When little Ethel saw
Such rapture on him shine,
She murmured, "I will be
Ronaldo's Valentine."
And now Ronaldo's joy's
On every breeze afloat,
Since to her was his wish
Translated by the goat.
R. K. M.