Midget pulled out the biggest one that was addressed to her. It held a beautiful, large valentine, not home-made, but of most elaborate design.
On its back, though, was a verse written, that Midge knew at once was done by her father. It said:
"Marjorie Midget Mopsy Mops,
I have looked through all the shops,
Searching for a Valentine
Good enough for Midget Mine.
This is the best that I could do,
So here it is with my love so true."
"Isn't it a beauty!" cried Midge; "I never had such a handsome one before. See how the flowers are tied with real ribbons, and the birds hop in and out of their cages."
"It's splendid!" said Delight, "and here's a big one for me too!"
She pulled out a large envelope, addressed to herself, and found a valentine quite as beautiful as Marjorie's and almost exactly like it. It was from her father, and as Mr. Spencer didn't have the knack of rhyming as well as Mr. Maynard, he had written on the back:
"Dear Delight,
I can't write,
But I send you
Affection true,
Yankee Doodle Doo!"
"I think that's funny!" cried Marjorie. "I love funny valentines."
"So do I," agreed Delight; "and I didn't know father could make rhymes as well as that. He must have learned from your father."
"I 'spect he did. Everybody makes verses at our house."