VOL. 37. NO. 7. WEEKLY.
DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.
GEORGE E. COOK, EDITOR.
FEBRUARY 15, 1914.
Arthur had a box of paints given him for Christmas, and he had learned to color pictures very prettily; so just as he was finishing the dress of a gorgeous Japanese lady such a happy thought came to him that he nearly spilled some yellow paint all over Miss Matsuki's gay pink dress, in his haste to find mother and tell her about it.
“I want to make my valentines all myself this year,” he exclaimed excitedly as soon as the yellow paint was safely back in the box, “for now I can paint. Why can't I paint some valentines, same's Aunt Frances did last year?”
“Why, I think you could, dear,” mother answered.
“'Course I don't mean I could make quite such lovely flowers as she did,” Arthur went on, “but I think it would be lots more fun to do it myself than to buy them.”
“So do I, Arthur,” mother said, “and I think if you look through those papers in the lower drawer you'll find some pictures to cut out that would make pretty valentines. Then you could color them with your paints and paste them on a sheet of note paper.”
“But, mother, don't valentines have some verses written on them besides the pictures? Aunt Frances' did. Where can I get those?”
“Perhaps I could write those for you,” mother laughed, “if I tried real hard.”
“Could you really write verses?” Arthur asked in round-eyed wonder. “Then we'll have some lovely valentines, won't we? I'll make one for you, and one for father, and Alice and John and Clifton and Barbara and oh, lots of folks.”