lump in my piece, too! Now I think they must have been put in the cake on purpose."
"Oh, see, see, grandmother! See what mine is!" And Polly held up a little, white china pig.
"Look at mine!" shouted Peter. He had scraped the cake from his lump. In his hand was a small, white china monkey.
"What is yours, Story Lady? And yours, mother? And yours, father?" asked Polly.
"Mine is a cat," said the Story Lady.
"And here is a kitten to go with her," said mother.
"And here is a naughty dog, to chase your cat and kitten," said father. "Let's put them in a row on the table. Then we can all see them."
"But where is your lump, grandmother?" asked Polly.
Grandmother held out her hand. On it, there lay a beautiful, gold thimble.