"I've had one valentine already; it came last night from the Doctor."
Chi listened with all his ears.
"Mother!" burst from the children, "where is it?" "Show it to us." "Why didn't you tell us before breakfast?"
"I can't show it to you yet; it's a live one."
"A live one!" chorussed the children.
"You're fooling us, mother," said March.
"Do I look as if I were?" replied his mother.
And March was obliged to confess that she had never looked more in earnest.
Rose left her seat and stole to her father's side. "What does it mean, pater?" she whispered.
"Ask your mother," was all the satisfaction she received, and walked, crestfallen, back to her chair; for when had her father refused her anything?
"When will you tell us, anyway?" said Budd, a little gruffly. He hated a secret.
"I can't tell you that either," said his mother, "and I don't know that I shall tell you until the very last, if you ask in that voice."
Budd screwed his mouth into a smile, and, unbeknown to the rest of the family, reached under the cloth for his mother's hand. He sat next to her, and that had been his way of saying "Forgive me," ever since he was a tiny boy.
He had a squeeze in return and felt happier.
"I say, let's guess," said Cherry. "If I don't do something, I shall burst."
