There are but a few, love,
Sweet as you.
Rosy Posy, Truelove,
I love you.”
“Oh,” exclaimed Kitty, enraptured, “what a sweet little love-poem! Why, it’s a valentine!”
“Ess,” said the happy recipient; “it’s my ballytine. Muvver sended it all to me.”
“So she did, Baby,” said Midget. “And it’s a lovely one. We’ll put it in the big scrap-book. Now, Miss Larkin, I must skip to school.”
“So say we all of us,” said King, rising from the table. “Let’s put all these letters and gifts and things away together, and get them out again to-night. Can we begin the scrap-book to-night, Miss Larkin?”
“Yes, King, I’ll get the book to-day. I’d like to make you a present of it.”
“Oh, thank you, Miss Larkin. You’re a trump! You’ll sure get it, won’t you?”