"Mother said we weren't to ask people for things," said Bobby, doubtfully.
"For ourselves, she meant, silly, not for other people. I'll ask the old gentlemen, too. You see if I don't," said Peter.
"Let's ask Mother first," said Bobbie.
"Oh, what's the use of bothering Mother about every little thing?" said Peter, "especially when she's busy. Come on. Let's go down to the village now and begin."
So they went. The old lady at the Post-office said she didn't see why Perks should have a birthday any more than any one else.
"No," said Bobbie, "I should like every one to have one. Only we know when his is."
"Mine's to-morrow," said the old lady, "and much notice any one will take of it. Go along with you."
So they went.
And some people were kind, and some were crusty. And some would give and some would not. It is rather difficult work asking for things, even for other people, as you have no doubt found it if you have ever tried it.
When the children got home and counted up what had been given and what had been promised,
