Miss Homer and her mother were
receiving their guests in a ballroom, and when Patty greeted them, a
large crowd had already assembled.
"You are a true valentine, my dear," said Mrs. Homer, looking
admiringly at Patty's garlanded gown.
"And this is a true Valentine party," said Patty, as she noted the
decorations of red hearts and gold darts, with Cupids of wax or
bisque, here and there among the floral ornaments.
Marie Homer, who was a pretty brunette, wore a dress of scarlet and
gold, trimmed with hearts and arrows.
"I'm so glad to have you here," she said to Patty; "for now I know
my party will be a success."
"I'm sure your parties always are," returned Patty, kindly, for
Marie was a shy sort of girl, and Patty was glad to encourage her.
As soon as the guests had all arrived St. Valentine appeared in the
doorway.
It was Mr. Homer, but he was scarcely recognisable in his garb of
the good old Saint.
He wore a red gown, trimmed with ermine, and a long white beard and
wig.
He carried an enormous letter-bag, from which he distributed
valentines to all. They were of the old-fashioned lace paper
variety, and beautiful of their kind.
Mrs. Homer explained that on the valentine of every young man was a
question, and the girl whose valentine had an answer to rhyme with
it, was his partner for the first dance.
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