"Oh, Bobby, I just can't let you go back to the . . . Home, without your first knowing what a birthdays is."
"Have you found it? Is it mine?" asked Bobby eagerly.
"Not yours, Bobby. My little boy is going to lend you—one of his."
Bobby squirmed in delight.
"Day after tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow," smiled the lady.
"When will that be?"
"Soon, dear. I'll tell you when it comes."
Bobby remained in thought for a long while.