"Come here, son, and tell me what you think about birthdays."
Bobby marched close up to the man.
"Wish it was mine."
The wistful note in his voice made the lady's hands fly out to him.
"Oh, you like it, do you?" asked the man. "Well, this birthday has only just started."
"Yes'm," said Bobby and hugged the squirming puppy till it licked his ear.
"Here's another quarter for you. That's four quarters—quite a sum for a small boy."
Bobby took one hand off the puppy long enough to accept the quarter.
"What have you done with the others, Bobby?" asked the lady.
He fished them out of the pocket of his blouse and held all four out in the palm of his hand.