"All right, Sarah," replied the man and the girl left the room.
"We're going to start out this birthday right, son."
"Yes'm," said Bobby, watching him with eyes that sparkled expectantly.
"Up in the room where you slept," continued the man, "are a lot of things that small boys like. I want you to go up there alone and look them over. Then you are to pick out the one thing that you want most of all—just one. That will be yours for keeps."
"'Glassies' or the bat or the train?" asked Bobby.
"It's just one thing for now," interposed the lady. "There will be—"
"Don't give me away, Alice," pleaded the man.
Bobby wondered how she could give away the Man With the Pocketful of Quarters, but soon forgot that thinking about more important matters.
"Or little pigs to buy an edge-cation with curly tails?" pursued Bobby.
The man burst out into a big laugh that filled the room.