The children had a valentine party, the very nicest party,--they all
declared, that they had ever been to in their lives. All the cousins in
the neighborhood--and there were a lot of them--were there.
What fun they had opening their valentines, which a “really” postman
brought with his gray uniform and his whistle and his great leather
pack.
“Dear me,” he said, pretending to groan, as he handed the missives, “if
you had a party every day here I think I should be completely worn out!”
But his eyes twinkled merrily.
Such shouts and exclamations as the valentines were opened and read!
And such fun looking at everybody else’s. Here are two, Bessie’s and
Fred’s:--
I’m for the boy
Who can stand on his head,
And who NEVER likes
To go to bed.
If there’s more than one of them,--
I’m for FRED!
I bring a kiss
From far away;
It’s travelled many
Miles to-day.
Take it, my dear,
And send one back
To your old, loving
Uncle Jack.
Don’t you think that the children OUGHT to have had a good time if all
received as dear little valentines as these?