Such a pretty table met their eyes! It seemed to be all blue and
white, and in the center was the big birthday cake--iced as only
Molly could ice it, and showing no trace of the starch Sister had
tried to cover it with. Six candles twinkled merrily on the top.
"Make six wishes, Brother," said Mother Morrison.
"Then he blows, and as many candles as he blows out he will have
wishes come true," explained Sister quaintly.
Brother made his wishes--they must not be spoken aloud--and then
took a deep breath.
Pouf! Three of the candles went out
"Three wishes!" shouted the children. "You'll have three wishes
come true!"
It was a lovely birthday supper. Everyone said so. They had
chicken sandwiches, and cocoa, and vanilla and strawberry ice-
cream, and of course the birthday cake, which Brother cut in
slices himself with the big silver cake knife.
"Why--look!" ejaculated Sister in surprise, glancing up from her
cake at the doorway.
Mother Morrison stood there, smiling, and in her hands she carried
what seemed to be a very large pudding or pie baked in a milk pan.
"What is it?" said Brother curiously. "What is it?"
"It's a secret," answered his mother mysteriously.
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