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Title: Dew Drops, Vol. 37, No. 7, February 15, 1914

Author: Various

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DEW DROPS

VOL. 37. NO. 7. WEEKLY.

DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.
GEORGE E. COOK, EDITOR.

FEBRUARY 15, 1914.

How Arthur Made Valentines

By MAY G. MOOAR

Arthur had a box of paints given him for Christmas, and he had learned
to color pictures very prettily; so just as he was finishing the dress
of a gorgeous Japanese lady such a happy thought came to him that he
nearly spilled some yellow paint all over Miss Matsuki's gay pink
dress, in his haste to find mother and tell her about it.

"I want to make my valentines all myself this year," he exclaimed
excitedly as soon as the yellow paint was safely back in the box, "for
now I can paint. Why can't I paint some valentines, same's Aunt
Frances did last year?"

"Why, I think you could, dear," mother answered.

"'Course I don't mean I could make quite such lovely flowers as she
did," Arthur went on, "but I think it would be lots more fun to do it
myself than to buy them."

"So do I, Arthur," mother said, "and I think if you look through those
papers in the lower drawer you'll find some pictures to cut out that
would make pretty valentines. Then you could color them with your
paints and paste them on a sheet of note paper."

"But, mother, don't valentines have some verses written on them
besides the pictures? Aunt Frances' did. Where can I get those?"

"Perhaps I could write those for you," mother laughed, "if I tried
real hard."

"Could you really write verses?" Arthur asked in round-eyed wonder.
"Then we'll have some lovely valentines, won't we? I'll make one for
you, and one for father, and Alice and John and Clifton and Barbara
and oh, lots of folks."

"Well, I guess you better get to work right away, if you've such a lot
to do," advised mother, "and