"What's that for?" asked Dorry.

"Why, you know this is St. Valentine's-Eve," replied Katy. "Debbie
remembered it, I guess, so she put that on."

Nothing more was said about St. Valentine just then. But when the last
pink letter of his name had been eaten, and the supper had been cleared
away, suddenly, as the children sat by the fire, there was a loud rap
at the door.

"Who can that be?" said Katy; "please see, Clover!"

So Clover opened the door. There stood Bridget, trying very hard not to
laugh, and holding a letter in her hand.

"It's a note as has come for you, Miss Clover," she said.

"For _me_!" cried Clover, much amazed. Then she shut the door, and
brought the note to the table.

"How very funny!" she exclaimed, as she looked at the envelope, which
was a green and white one. There was something hard inside. Clover broke
the seal. Out tumbled a small green velvet pincushion made in the shape
of a clover-leaf, with a tiny stem of wire wound with green silk. Pinned
to the cushion was a paper, with these verses:

"Some people love roses well,
Tulips, gayly dressed,
Some love violets blue and sweet,--