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and for me ? '' And the postman laughed good-naturedly , and , looking through his pack of letters , took out two or three quite big square envelopes , and handed them to one and another of the clamorous little crowd . Polly , hearing and seeing all this , wondered what a valentine could be . She did not ask anybody the question , however , just then ; but when the postman came around at noon , and she saw the same scene repeated , her curiosity could not be restrained any longer , and she started off to find Jane McClane , -- for Jane was fourteen years old and knew everything , Polly thought . Jane was in the linen-room mending a sheet when Polly found her , and being rather lonesome was quite willing to enter into conversation with any one who came along . But Polly 's question made her open her eyes with surprise . `` A valentine ? ''