"Oh, Uncle Steve is wonderful. He can do anything. Sometime perhaps you can go to his house with me, then you'll see. Oh, here's a pretty one, listen."
Midge read aloud:
"What is a Valentine? Tell me, pray.
Only a fanciful roundelay
Bearing a message from one to another
(This time, to a dear little girl from her mother).
Message of love and affection true;
This is a Valentine, I LOVE YOU!"
"That's sweet. Did your mother write it?"
"Yes, Mother makes lovely poetry. Here's a ridiculous one from Kit."
"Marjorie, Parjorie, Pudding and Pie,
Hurry up home, or I'll have to cry.
Since you've been gone I've grown so thin
I'm nothing at all but bone and skin.
So hurry up home if you have any pity
For your poor little lonesome sister
"KITTY."
"Why, I thought people never signed valentines," said Delight, laughing at Kitty's effusion.
"They don't, real ones. But of course these are just nonsense ones, and anyway I know Kit's writing, so it doesn't matter."
There were lots of others, and through Marjorie, naturally, had more than Delight, yet there were plenty for both girls, and set out on two tables they made a goodly show. Miss Hart was called in to see them, but she answered that she was busy in the dining-room just then, and would come in a few moments.