"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. "Grandmother
Hastings planned it for you."

"And you and Louise bought part of it," Grandmother Hastings