Great Old Dog was taking a nap before the parlor fire. He lay stretched
out on the white bear skin, and reached almost from end to end, for he
was a very great old dog indeed. By-and-by he woke up, and saw Little
Dog sitting in front of him looking very melancholy.
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“What’s the matter, young one?” asked Great Old Dog. “Where’s Little
Cat?”
“I don’t know!” said Little Dog dolefully. “We don’t speak to each
other any more.”
“Wuff!” said Great Old Dog. “Since when?”
“Since half an hour.”
“Wuff!” said Great Old Dog. “Why?”
“She was horrid to me,” said Little Dog, “about a bone; and—and then I
was horrid to her.”
“And you think two wrongs make a right?” said Great Old Dog. “They
don’t. That is monkey arithmetic, not fit for respectable dogs and
cats. My advice to you is to make it up as soon as you can.”
“But she says she will never speak to me again!” said Little Dog
piteously.
Great Old Dog yawned so wide that Little Dog could have got inside his
mouth and turned around.
“She will!” he said.
“How do you know, Great Old Dog?”
“Wuff! I know cats.”
“I think she has gone out to see Old Cat in the Barn,” Little Dog
continued. “Perhaps she may live out there and never come back.”
“She’ll come back,” said Great Old Dog. “She will miss you just as much
as you miss her. Make it up, I tell you! Quarrelling is the silliest
thing there is,” and he went to sleep again.
“Oh, dear!” said Little Dog. “I do miss Little Cat dreadfully, and the
door is shut. Oh, oh dear!”
Little Girl was sitting at the desk, doing things with gold and silver
paper. Little Dog went up to her and asked very prettily to be let out;
but Little Girl was not so clever as usual.
“What is the matter, Little Dog?” she asked. “Do you want a valentine?”
“Please let me out!” said Little Dog; but she thought he said “Yap!”
“Listen, Little Dog!” she said. “Will this do?” She took up a frilled
sheet with gold hearts on it and read:
“‘If your heart is true as mine,
Come and be my valentine.’”
[Illustration: “THEN SHE MADE TWO LITTLE STARS AND PASTED THEM ON THE
TIPS OF HIS EARS.”]
“_Please_ let me out!” said Little Dog; but she thought he said “Yap!”
“This is Valentine’s Day, Little Dog,” Little Girl went on. “You ought
to send a valentine to Little Cat.
“‘If your heart is true as mine,
Come and be my valentine.’
Why, Little Dog, you shall be her valentine. Come here, sir!”
Little Girl took a sheet of lace paper, crimped it into a frill, and
tucked it into Little Dog’s collar. It tickled him woefully, but he
said not a word, for he loved Little Girl almost next to Little Cat.
“You are lovely, Little Dog!” said Little Girl. “You are the best
valentine I have made yet. Wait now!” She made a big star of gold paper
and pinned it to his collar; then she made two little stars and pasted
them on the tips of his ears.
“You are a _lovely_ valentine!” she cried, clapping her hands. “And
there is Little Cat mewing to be let in this minute. Now when I open
the door, Little Dog, go straight up to her and say:
“‘If your heart is true as mine,
Let me be your valentine!’”
She opened the door and Little Cat started to come in, but when she saw
Little Dog she stopped and looked shy.
Little Dog went up to her and said:
“If your heart is true as mine, Little Cat, I am sorry I was horrid
about the bone; let me be your valentine and I want to make up.”
“Oh! Little Dog,” said Little Cat, “I was horrid first, and I was just
coming to say I was sorry. Let’s never quarrel again, Little Dog; it is
so lonely!”
“Dear little things!” said Little Girl. “They are rubbing noses and
telling each other something. Oh, dear! and I was cross to Brother this
morning; I’m going to find him this minute and say I am sorry and ask
him to be my valentine.”