She hid her face on his shoulder.
"I can't, Alfred. Don't ask that."
Bobby didn't understand what it was she couldn't do, but felt that he had in some way hurt her and his lower lip began to move unsteadily.
"It's only day-after-tomorrow, Alice," pleaded the man.
"It's Edward's," replied the Lady. "You have no heart or you couldn't. . . ."
The man looked at Bobby and then said in a low voice to his wife:
"Day-after-tomorrow is never to-day."
Bobby's heart smote him anew, for he saw water running down the Lady's face as she lifted her head. It had all been caused by his wanting a birthdays. Very well, he would pretend he didn't want a birthdays any more; then perhaps the water would go out of the Lady's eyes.
"Don't want a birthdays," he announced with a suspicious dolefulness in his voice. "It doesn't not feel good."
"Look at him, Alice," said the man.