Now you wait till the bell rings again and then you may come into the dining-room." So Bobbie waited.
"Tinkle, tinkle," said the little bell, and Bobbie went into the dining-room, feeling rather shy.

Directly she opened the door she found herself, as it seemed, in a new world of light and flowers and singing.
Mother and Peter and Phyllis were standing in a row at the end of the table.

The shutters were shut and there were twelve candles on the table, one for each of Roberta's years.

The table was covered with a sort of pattern of flowers, and at Roberta's place was a thick wreath of forget-me-nots and several most interesting little packages.

And Mother and Phyllis and Peter were singing--to the first part of the tune of St.
Patrick's Day.