"Can I play with the marbles till he comes back?"
"Yes, dear, tomorrow when you've had your sleep out."
Then Bobby looked at the little train again and fell to wondering; perhaps this boy, too, had birthdays. He turned to the lady.
"Did your little boy have birthdays?"
"Yes, dear. Day after tomorrow is his birthday."
"Are you going to cel'brate it?"
"Yes . . . in my heart." It was just a whisper that Bobby barely heard.
"How many birthdays did he have?"
"Seven."