CONNIE’S birthday came on Thursday. The little girl rolled out of bed and went down to breakfast feeling rather blue.
“Happy birthday, dear,” said her mother, giving her a kiss.
“Why, Mother,” laughed Connie, suddenly feeling quite cheerful, “I thought you had forgotten. And Daddy too!”
“Look beside your plate if you think that,” teased her father.
Connie ran into the breakfast room. Beside her plate was a small package wrapped in tissue paper.
“It’s a birthday present, isn’t it?” she said, untying the pink ribbon. Of course she knew it was.
“A gift for the nicest little girl in the world,” declared her mother, smiling.
Connie couldn’t guess what her parents had given her. She pulled away the tissue paper and a ring popped out. On it was a design of a dancing Brownie, and her own initials.
“Oh, a Brownie ring!” cried Connie, doing a dance of her own on the carpet. “Just what I wanted!”
Connie was very proud of her new birthday ring. She showed it to the mailman when he brought the morning letters, and to the Brownies at school.