The token here,
That tells this love of mine;
Or else a dart
Will pierce the heart
Of your fond Valentine.
“Mother, it is perfectly lovely!” cried Betty, as she read the verses. “And, don’t you see, saying ‘from St. Valentine’ is the same as saying ‘from Santa Claus,’ so I don’t think she’ll mind, do you?”
As this was about the fiftieth time Betty had asked the same question, Mrs. McGuire could only make the same reply:
“I don’t know, dear, but don’t worry about it. If she ‘minds,’ I will undertake to set the matter right again.”
Then the box was carefully wrapped in white paper, and sealed up with gilt hearts. Mrs. McGuire addressed it, and she had also written the verses, for Jeanette would have recognized Betty’s penmanship at once.
