Mr. Banks hadn’t been thinking much about his birthday. He knew he was 35 or 107 or something, and he knew it was this week, but nobody was more surprised than he when he came down to breakfast on Thursday, and found a beautiful parcel on his plate. You can guess how excited he was.
“Well, well, well, what can this be?” he said, and Phil nudged Jessica, and Jessica smiled at her Mother, and Phil jumped about and said, “Open it! Open it!” So Mr. Banks opened it.
“Well, well, well!” he said.
It was a silver cup.
“But what—?” he said.
Then he turned it round, and on the other side he saw:
FIRST PRIZE
(Division I)
WON BY
THEO BANKS
“But who—?” he said.
Then they explained how Theodore had won the prize, and how there hadn’t been room to get all his name in, so they had had to put Theo.