"Now, here's Kitty's," she went on. "Kitty's not a very good poet, but she always wants to do what the rest do."
"Marjorie Maynard nice and sweet,
Has to stay across the street.
Fourteen days and fourteen nights,
Visiting her friend Delight.
Marjorie Maynard, nice and pretty,
Come home soon to sister
KITTY."
"Why, I think that's fine," said Miss Hart. "Your family are certainly devoted to you."
"Yes, they are," said Midget. "There's another,—Rosy Posy,—but she's only five. She can't write poetry."
"Can you?" asked Miss Hart.
"Yes, I can make as good verses as Kit; but not as good as King or father. We always make verses for each other on birthdays, so we get lots of practise. And we made some valentine verses this afternoon, didn't we, Delight?"
"Yes, that is, you did. But, oh, Marjorie, we can't send those valentines! Nothing like that can go out of the house!"
"Oh, pshaw, I don't believe they could do any harm."
"Well, Doctor Mendel said we mustn't send a letter of any sort, and a valentine is just the same, you know."
"What do you think, Miss Hart?" asked Marjorie.