thrillingly, in mouselike darts and curves—on the cigar-store floor.
Martin put it down, giving it a deft push. It ran a few inches and stopped.
"It runs fine," he said hastily. "But it won't go here on the rug."
"Let's see it," said Ben, whose mechanical sense was not satisfied by so brief an exhibition.
"It's mine," snapped Martin fiercely, and put it in his pocket.
"We really must go," said someone.
"Would you each like a piece of Martin's cake to take home?"
"Oh, no, thank you, I think they've had plenty."
"Did you make a wish?"
"No, we forgot," said Martin.
"Oh, what a pity. When you blow out the candles on a birthday cake you should always make a wish."
"Will it come true?"
"If it's a nice wish."
"Light them again and do it now," said one of the parents. The drill must be finished.
"Yes, do, before the children go."
"Will it work if you light them again?" asked Martin doubtfully.
"Every bit as well."
