Aunt Sara was listening. She was Millicent's very prettiest auntie from the city, and she nearly always found a way to help.
“How would you like to send twenty valentines?” she asked.
Millicent laughed. “Why, auntie, I couldn't send but six, either. I don't know any more girls. Besides, I haven't any more valentines.”
“Suppose I should show you how to make twenty valentines, and find twenty little girls to send them to; would you like, to do it?”
Millicent came running from the window with Jimmy-Boy close behind her.
“I'd love to, auntie! Please show me right away.”
“Love to, auntie, right away,” echoed Jimmy-Boy.
“You can help,” Aunt Sara promised. “You can bring the mucilage while Millicent gets the scissors.”
When they came back with these, Aunt Sara had a pile of gay pictures on the table, and some sheets of thick white paper.
“We will cut this into hearts,” she said, “and you can cut out these birds and flowers and paste them on. Let's see which can make the neatest and prettiest ones.”