There was a bag of marbles, every color, red and blue and green and purple, all striped and spotted, as gay as you please.
‘I won’t have to play with Andy’s marbles any more,’ said Sally, shaking the bag and enjoying the cheerful rattle, ‘I have my own marbles now.’
There were two bright picture books, filled with pictures.
And, oh! best of all, a bathtub just big enough to hold Nancy Lee, a bathtub that you could really fill with water and in which you could really bathe the stout and wooden Nancy Lee.
‘This is the best birthday I have ever had,’ said Sally, hopping from one end to the other of Mother’s room.
Even after breakfast Sally couldn’t sit still a moment. She seemed to be all over the house at once, and no matter where Mother went, there was Sally, too, laughing and talking and standing in the way.
There was to be a birthday party that afternoon and Mother was as busy as could be.
‘Now, Sally,’ said she at last, ‘you must go up to the attic and dress your dolls for the party. Straighten the attic, too. It ought to be as neat as a pin.’
Half-way up the attic stairs Sally turned and came down again. Mother was in the kitchen and Sally followed her there.
‘My cake!’ said Sally. ‘I forgot it. Who is going to make my birthday cake, Mother? Are you?’