"Yes, for this is our 'party,' you know. Oh, see, these envelopes in the doves' bills say on them, 'To be opened last.' So we'll begin with these others. You take one with your name on, first."
So Delight pulled out an envelope that was addressed to her.
It contained a valentine of which the principal figure was a pretty little girl, something like Delight herself. Inside was written:
"Flossy Flouncy, fair and fine,
Let me be your Valentine.
Here's my heart laid at your feet,
Flossy Flouncy, fair and sweet."
"I know King wrote that!" cried Midget; "he always calls you Flossy
Flouncy. You don't mind, do you?"
"No, indeed! I think it's fun. I'm going to call him Old King Cole. That is, if I ever see him again."
"Oh, pshaw! We'll be out of this prison next week. The doctor said so.
And you must come and make me a visit to even things up."
"Mother wouldn't let me go to your house to stay, I'm sure; but I can go over afternoons or Saturdays."
"Yes, and you'll get to know King better. He's an awful nice boy."
"I'm sure he is. Now you take a valentine."