They'll be sadly disappointed if it rains." But the stars came out, and the new moon shone softly all night on the great fir trees and the rosebuds and the little dancing beck in the Ravensnest garden; and when Milly awoke next morning the sun was shining, and Brownholme was towering up clear and high into the breezy blue sky, and the trees were throwing cool shadows on the dewy lawn around the house.
"Oh dear!" said Milly, jumping up, her face flushing with joy "it's my birthday, and it's fine.

Nana, bring me my things, please .-- But where's Olly ?" Where indeed was Olly?
There was his little bed, but there was a nightdress rolled up in it, and not a wisp of his brown curls was to be seen anywhere.
"Why, Miss Milly, are you woke up at last?
I hardly thought you'd have slept so late this morning.

Many happy returns of the day to you," said nurse, giving her a hearty hug.
"Thank you, _dear_ nurse.

Oh, it is so nice having birthdays.

But where can Olly be ?" "Don't you trouble your head about him," said nurse mysteriously, and not another word could Milly get out of her.