"When is your birthday, Willie?"
"It's to-morrow that ever is, and I've got another just lovely secret for you. You like my secrets don't you?"
"I love them."
"Well then, bend your ear down as no one must hear this one as it's just lovely. Where do you think we're going to-morrow, me and you and mother?"
"I don't know, I can't guess."
"You'd never guess if you sat up all night. It's ever so far away. Miles and miles and miles. Where do you think it is?"
"I can't imagine. Tell me."
"Why it's on to a heath. It's to be my birthday treat you know. What, ain't you glad?" Willie looked amazed as he saw tears falling down Meg's face.
"I'm so glad that I don't know what to do," said Meg sobbing.
"But you're crying." The boy put up his little hand to wipe away the tears. "I thought you'd just be thinking it lovely. Mother said you would."