I love Clover best.

"Though she has a modest air,
Though no grace she boast,
Though no gardener call her fair,
I love Clover most.

"Butterfly may pass her by,
He is but a rover,
I'm a faithful, loving Bee--
And I stick to Clover."

This was the first valentine Clover had ever had. She was perfectly
enchanted.

"Oh, who _do_ you suppose sent it?" she cried.

But before anybody could answer, there came another loud knock at
the door, which made them all jump. Behold, Bridget again, with a
second letter!

"It's for you, Miss Elsie, this time," she said with a grin.

There was an instant rush from all the children, and the envelope was
torn open in the twinkling of an eye. Inside was a little ivory seal
with "Elsie" on it in old English letters, and these rhymes:

"I know a little girl,
She is very dear to me,
She is just as sweet as honey