Bobbie felt exactly as though she were going to cry--you know that odd feeling in the bridge of your nose and the pricking in your eyelids?
But before she had time to begin they were all kissing and hugging her.
"Now," said Mother, "look at your presents." They were very nice presents.

There was a green and red needle-book that Phyllis had made herself in secret moments.

There was a darling little silver brooch of Mother's shaped like a buttercup, which Bobbie had known and loved for years, but which she had never, never thought would come to be her very own.

There was also a pair of blue glass vases from Mrs.Viney.Roberta had seen and admired them in the village shop.

And there were three birthday cards with pretty pictures and wishes.
Mother fitted the forget-me-not crown on Bobbie's brown head.
"And now look at the table," she said.
There was a cake on the table covered with white sugar, with 'Dear Bobbie' on it in pink sweets, and there were buns and jam; but the nicest thing was that the big table was almost covered with flowers--wallflowers were laid all round the tea-tray--there was a ring of forget-me-nots round each plate.