"Those girls 'cross the street had 'em, and Martha had one. Why don't you and I have 'em, Jane?"
"You 'n' I? Those girls across the street know girls and boys who have fathers and mothers to give them money to buy valentines with."
"Why don't we know such girls and boys?"
"'Cause we don't. We're poor, and live in an Orphans' Home. Those girls only know folks that live like themselves."
"But Martha lives right here, just where we do, and Martha had a valentine."
"Martha's different. She's only paid for staying here to work. She's got folks outside that she belongs to. It was a cousin of hers sent her that valentine."
"Oh," and Polly gave a soft sigh, "I wish we had folks that we belonged to! Don't you, Jane?"
"Don't I!" and as Jane said this, she dropped down upon Polly's little bed, and covered her face with her hands.
"Oh, Jane, Janey! what's the matter? Has somebody hurted your feelings?"
"No, no," answered Jane, brokenly; "nobody in particular. I—I felt lonesome. I do sometimes when I get to thinking I don't belong to anybody and nobody belongs to me."