"Hullo, old woman!" they heard Mr. Perks's voice say; "here's a pretty set out!"
"It's your birthday tea, Bert," said Mrs. Perks, "and here's a ounce of your extry particular. I got it o'? Saturday along o' your happening to remember it was your birthday to-day."
"Good old girl!" said Mr. Perks, and there was a sound of a kiss.
"But what's that pram doing here? And what's all these bundles? And where did you get the sweetstuff, and—"
The children did not hear what Mrs. Perks replied, because just then Bobbie gave a start, put her hand in her pocket, and all her body grew stiff with horror.
"Oh!" she whispered to the others, "whatever shall we do? I forgot to put the labels on any of the strings! He won't know what's from who. He'll think it's all us, and that we're trying to be grand or charitable or something horrid."
"Hush!" said Peter.
And then they heard the voice of Mr. Perks, loud and rather angry.
"I don't care," he said; "I won't stand it, and so I tell you straight."
"But," said Mrs. Perks, "it's them children you
