"Oh! Oh! Isn't it pretty!" cried Polly. "Who gave it to you?"
"Indeed it is, Polly. I think I know who gave it to me. It was you, my daughter. You knew that I had lost mine.
"I thank you for this. And I thank you for another happy birthday party. Perhaps you may put lumps in your cakes, just on birthdays."
"I will not do it at other times," said mother. "Now let us all go into the other room and sit before the open fire."
"When our bedtime comes we need not go, need we, mother?" asked Polly.
"Not to-night, Polly. You and Peter may sit up a while," said mother.
AROUND THE OPEN FIRE
The open fire was blazing well. "Let me draw the chairs about it," said father. "Then we can all enjoy it."