After a time Richard convinced himself that the kink was a part of the pig's tail and stopped trying to uncurl it. Then his eye fell on Bobby and he scowled fiercely.
"Everybody has birthdays," he said. "What you done with yours?"
"Not done nothing with it," replied Bobby. Then, after a time, "Never had none."
"Papa," called Richard to the Man Who Lets You Play with the Puppy, "Bobby says he hasn't got a birthday. Everybody has birthdays, haven't they, papa?"
Mr. Eller was talking with his wife and paid no attention.
"Everybody has birthdays, haven't they, papa?" This time Richard yelled so loud his father couldn't help hearing.
"Yes, of course," he replied carelessly.
"There, I told you so!" said Richard.
"Ain't not," insisted Bobby stubbornly, and hunted out another red spot on his apple.