There on the vine-covered balcony stood a table all set as if for a "pink party." There were flowers and bonbons in the silver dishes, and in the centre Mom Beck was proudly placing a mammoth birthday cake, wreathed in pink icing roses, and crowned with twelve pink candles ready for the lighting.
"Oh, mothah!" she cried.

"I--I thought--" She did not finish the sentence, but something in her surprised tone, the sudden flushing of her face, and the traces of tears still in her eyes, told what she meant.
"You thought mother had forgotten," whispered Mrs.Sherman, tenderly, as Lloyd hid her face on her shoulder.
"No, not for one minute, dear.

But the pain was so bad this morning, when you came to my room, that I couldn't talk.

Then you were out riding so long this morning, and when I wakened after lunch and sent Mom Beck to find you, she said you were asleep in your room.

Papa Jack and I have been planning a great surprise for you, and he did not want to mention it until all the arrangements were completed.