Tom and Sarah were the little boy and girl who lived in the small brown house near the home of Johnnie Jones. It was the evening before St. Valentine’s day and the brother and sister were sitting by the fire, talking together.

“I do wish we had some valentines to send,” said Tom. “If we only had some gilt or colored paper and some pictures, we could make them, but we haven’t anything at all.”

“I am sorry,” their mother told them. “The children have been so kind to you this winter. You remember how they helped you with the coal? I wish we could send them each a very beautiful valentine to thank them, but I am afraid I can’t spare the money to buy even one.”

Sarah had been as quiet as a little mouse while Tom and Mother were speaking. Then suddenly she said: “I know what we can do!”

“What?” asked Tom.

Sarah began to dance about the room. “It will be such fun!” she said.

“Please tell me,” begged Tom.

“Don’t you see,” Sarah explained; “we can’t buy valentines, and we can’t make valentines, so we shall just have to be valentines!”

“Now how in the world can we be valentines?” Tom asked her.

“We’ll dress in our Sunday clothes,” she answered. “We’ll cut hearts out of paper and pin them all over us. Then we’ll ask Mother to pin a paper envelope on each of us, and address it to one of the children. When we are ready we’ll ring the door bell of that child’s house, and when he opens the door, we’ll speak mottoes, and all sorts of rhymes. Won’t the children laugh?”

“All right!” said Tom. “Only, I would rather not be a valentine myself. You be one and I will send you. We’ll pretend you are the doll valentine we saw down town the other day, the one that danced when the man wound her up, and spoke the verse.”

“Well!” Sarah assented, “and you must wind me up and I’ll dance little Sally Waters.”

They spent the rest of the evening thinking of rhymes. Their mother taught them all she could remember, and Sarah repeated them over and over again so that she should not forget.

The next morning they went to school, but as soon as they had reached home and eaten their lunch they began their preparations. No one in the whole world ever saw a sweeter valentine than Sarah, when she was ready in her bright red dress and short snow-white coat, decorated with paper hearts. Then her mother cut and folded some wrapping paper into a big envelope, and placed it about Sarah’s little body. Of course her feet had to be left free so that she could walk, and her head, so that she could breathe.

“Let’s go to Johnnie Jones’s house first,” Tom said.

So his mother addressed the envelope to Master Johnnie Jones, and the children started off.

Johnnie Jones was at home that afternoon, feeling very sad. He had fallen into the pond several days before, and the icy bath had given him such a cold that he had to stay indoors. He could see the other children running about from house to house sending their valentines, and he wanted to run about and send some too. To be sure he had received ever so many, but he was tired of looking at them and hearing the mottoes read, and he wished very much that some one would come in to play with him.

Mother had just said: “I am afraid no one will come to-day, dear, because all the children are busy with their valentines,” when the door bell rang.

As soon as Maggie had opened the door she called up to Johnnie Jones: “There’s a beautiful valentine down here for you. I’ll bring it up. Tom sent it. I caught him at the door, so I’ll bring him up, too.”

Johnnie Jones ran to the head of the staircase as fast as he could run. How he did laugh when Maggie placed Sarah before him, and showed him the address on the envelope.

“It’s a doll valentine,” Tom explained, “and it has a phonograph in it. I’ll wind it up.”

He knelt down and pretended to turn a crank. Then Sarah, who had not smiled or spoken a word before, said:

“If you love me as I love you,
No knife can cut our love in two.”

Tom turned the crank again, and this time she danced.

“Let me wind it,” begged Johnnie Jones, who was very much pleased. He did, and the valentine said:

“Roses red and violets blue,
Sugar is sweet and so are you.”

Mother joined the children in the hall, and was delighted with the valentine, which each one wound up until it had said all the rhymes that Sarah knew, and had danced until she was tired. Then the doll changed into a little girl for a while, and she had some milk and cookies with the other children.

“We shall have to go now,” Tom said at last, looking out of the window. “The other children have gone into their houses and I must send them each a valentine.”

So Mother made a new envelope and addressed it to Miss Elizabeth Elkins.

“Thank you for my valentine,” said Johnnie Jones. “It’s the loveliest one I have had all day, only I wish I could keep it as I can the others.”

All the children who received the little Valentine in turn, made exactly the same remark, so Tom and Sarah were very happy over the success of their plan.