“I guess you mean for eating it,” laughed Harry. “Oh, but just you all wait! On my birthday I’m going to have the biggest cake you ever saw! It’s going to be fourteen inches across on top and it’s going to have pink and white icing all over it and sixteen candles!”
“By jove!” cried Roy. “I’d forgotten about your birthday. Is it this week, Harry?”
“Yes, Thursday, and I shall be—”
“Thursday!” exclaimed Chub sharply. The others stared at him in surprise.
“Why, yes,” said Harry.
“Do you object to Thursday?” asked Roy sarcastically. “Because if you do Harry can change it.”
“No,” muttered Chub, “but I didn’t know it was so soon.”
“He’s worried because he’s forgotten to buy you that diamond necklace,” explained Dick. “How old will you be, Harry? Not sixteen?”
“Sixteen!” declared Harry proudly. “Isn’t that lovely? And I’m going to have a birthday party at the Cottage. And you are all invited.”
“Hum,” said Roy suspiciously, “who else is coming?”