"I never had all the ice-cream I wanted," Peggy acknowledged, sadly. "I never shall have, I know I shan't, because I can't hold it."
When Elizabeth made her wish, and blew out her candles, tears of pure delight stood in Judidy's eyes.
"I've give you luck," she said. "Oh, I hope it was a good wish!"
"It was the best wish anybody could wish," Elizabeth smiled. "I shall never forget this birthday, and this cake, Judidy, nor any of the dear things that have been done for me."
That night, as her grandmother tucked her into bed, she caught one of the kindly hands and clung to it.
"That was the most beautiful sweater in all the world," she said. "Do you think I could go down and kiss Grandfather good-night, too?" she asked, shyly.
"I guess it could be managed. I'll go downstairs with you, and see."
And presently Grandfather, with his glasses sitting low on his nose, and his nose in the morning paper, was attacked from behind and kissed breathlessly; but when Elizabeth tried to escape, she found herself caught by a blue dimity sleeve, and drawn into an energetic embrace.
"No, you don't," he said, placing her on his knee. "You're going to set here a while, and talk to Grandpa."