in his life. And it was queer how all day long the thought of that new
sort of valentine he had sent out made Davie smile to himself!

* * * * *


VALENTINES.


The wind was blowing down our street,
And it was snowing some;
But I watched from the chilly porch
To see the postman come.

Across the street to Elsie's door;
And then I meant to run
Before she got the valentine--
I knew that she'd get one.

I knew it would be beautiful,
With lace and hearts and things,
And pretty verses on the leaves,
And tied with ribbon strings.

I knew the verses all by heart;
I knew the bows were pink;
The hearts were gold; the lace was white--
Oh, what would Elsie think!

I saw the postman come at last,