"Secrets," said Louise mysteriously. "People with birthdays shouldn't ask questions."
She hurried on toward the kitchen and in a few moments the children heard her laughing with Molly.
"I think Brownie is hungry," insisted Sister. "Aren't you ever going to feed him?"
"Of course he's hungry," chimed in Grace, who had overheard. "There's a bowl of bread and milk Mother fixed for him before breakfast, out on the back porch, with a plate over it to keep the cats out. Take him out there and feed him, Brother."
Brownie was indeed very hungry and the children enjoyed watching him eat the bread and milk Mother Morrison had fixed for him. After he had eaten it all up, they took him out on the grass to play, but that fat little brown puppy, instead of playing with them, curled up and went to sleep.
"Never mind—here comes the party!" cried Sister, whose bright eyes had spied a wagon turning into the drive.
CHAPTER VIII
THE PARTY
"The party" happened to be the ice-cream, and Brother and Sister watched eagerly as the delivery boy carried the heavy wooden tub in which the cream was packed, up the back steps.