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,--
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.
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