Bobby in Search of a Birthday Page 2

  CHAPTER II

  THE BOY WITH EIGHT BIRTHDAYS

  One afternoon the puppy was not to be found anywhere. Bobby returned tothe front yard at Mr. Eller's, after a vain search for his playmate,and found that _that_ day was a very special occasion.

  The grown-ups, and the children, too, were celebrating something whichseemed to be called a "birthdays." It belonged to Richard, the smallson of the Man Who Lets You Play with the Puppy. It was the boy'seighth birthdays, and he was very proud of that fact.

  There was ice-cream--enough so that Bobby's dish was heaped full asecond time without asking and before he had quite finished the firsthelping--and cake and two big red and white apples for each child.Bobby was still munching contentedly away at his first apple, the otherclutched tightly in his left hand, when Richard's mothers led thechildren into the house to see the "presents."

  There was quite an array of them--enough Bobby decided for all eightbirthdays and he vaguely wondered if all eight of them had come on thatone day. There was a baseball, and a bat, a dozen marbles--"glassies"Richard called them, presents it seemed from his fathers; a nice, new,starchy white blouse with blue trousers, a gift from his mothers. Thenthere was a pair of high boots with a copper plate on the point of eachtoe, sent him by his Uncle John in the city.

  Last of all there was something out at the barn which was to be soldwhen "they" grew up and help to buy something for Richard some daywhich his fathers never had--"an edge-cation."

  "They" proved to be six little pigs with curly tails and squealyvoices. Bobby wondered if Richard wouldn't grow up before they did, hewas so much bigger, and then what would become of his edge-cation?

  He fell to wondering about this thing called a birthdays. As near as hecould make out, it was a very special day on which everybody--at leastyour fathers and mothers, if you had such possessions--unaccountablygave you playthings that you had always wanted, such as "glassies" andbaseballs and, yes, little curly-tailed pigs that were to help buy youan edge-cation.

  He decided he wanted a birthdays, but didn't know the least thingabout how to go about it to get one. He determined to ask and wentimmediately to Richard who, having eight birthdays of his own, must bean authority on the matter.

  "Where did you get your birthdays?" he asked in what he thought was avery loud voice, but apparently it wasn't for Richard said "Huh?" andfor a moment stopped trying to straighten the curls out of the tails ofthe little pigs. Bobby repeated his question and added wistfully:

  "Never had none."

  "You have, too," said Richard.

  "Ain't not," said Bobby resolutely.

  "You have, too," repeated Richard.

  Bobby fell silent under that assertion and tried to remember whenanybody had ever given him presents. He could recall no such occasion.Then an explanation came to him.

  "P'raps," he suggested timidly, "you only have birthdays when you havefathers and mothers and things like that."

  "Everybody has birthdays," said Richard from the lofty peak of hissuperior years.

  Bobby again remained silent and Richard, to add the final, crushingblow, gave further information.

  "Everybody has fathers and mothers, _some_ time."

  "P'raps I'm not big enough yet to have fathers and mothers andbirthdays. How big will I have to be?"

  Richard snorted in derision.

  "_They_ have _you_," he said and turned his attention to straighteningout the curls from his pigs' tails.

  Bobby did not understand, but felt that somehow he was in the wrong,and he went off a ways by himself and took the first comforting biteout of his other apple, carefully choosing the side with the most redon it.

  After a time Richard convinced himself that the kink was a part of thepig's tail and stopped trying to uncurl it. Then his eye fell on Bobbyand he scowled fiercely.

  "Everybody has birthdays," he said. "What you done with yours?"

  "Not done nothing with it," replied Bobby. Then, after a time, "Neverhad none."

  "Papa," called Richard to the Man Who Lets You Play with the Puppy,"Bobby says he hasn't got a birthday. Everybody has birthdays, haven'tthey, papa?"

  Mr. Eller was talking with his wife and paid no attention.

  "Everybody has birthdays, haven't they, papa?" This time Richard yelledso loud his father couldn't help hearing.

  "Yes, of course," he replied carelessly.

  "There, I told you so!" said Richard.

  "Ain't not," insisted Bobby stubbornly, and hunted out another red spoton his apple.

  Richard seemed to take Bobby's words as a personal affront.

  "Papa, he has too, hasn't he, papa?"

  "Has what?" asked Mr. Eller impatiently.

  "Bobby has too a birthday, hasn't he?"

  "Everybody has a birthday," replied his father.

  "I told you so! I told you so!" chanted Richard, skipping about. "BobbyNorth has lost his birthday! Bobby North has lost his birthday anddon't know where to find it!"

  "Ain't not," repeated Bobby and his lower lip began to twist up."Wouldn't lose a 'portant thing like a birthdays."

  Mr. Eller and his wife approached the children. That capable woman puther hand on Bobby's head.

  "Haven't they ever celebrated your birthday at the Home?" she asked.

  "Perhaps they don't know when it is," Mr. Eller suggested in a lowvoice to his wife.

  "Couldn't lose it, could I?" appealed Bobby to the Man Who Lets YouPlay with the Puppy.

  "Some children lose their birthday before they are big enough to knowwhat it is," comforted Mr. Eller.

  "Bobby North has lost his birthday and don't know where to find it!"chanted Richard in derision.

  "Ain't not," repeated Bobby dismally.

  "That will do, Richard," said Mr. Eller severely. "Go and playpump-pump-pull-away with the other children."

  "Yes, sir," said Richard and went obediently off, turning back onlyonce to make a face at the boy who had lost his birthday.

  "Never mind, Bobby," said Mr. Eller. "You'll find it some day."

  "When I get growed up?"

  "Perhaps sooner. I'll see the Superintendent. We may be able to find itfor you."

  "Could _I_ find it if I hunted and hunted all day long, like thespoon?" queried Bobby eagerly.

  The Man Who Lets You Play with the Puppy laughed.

  "Don't worry about your birthday, Bobby. You'll stumble across it someday when you are walking along and not thinking about it."

  "It won't matter if you don't, dear," said Mrs. Eller. "Folks will loveyou just the same."

  "No'm," said Bobby skeptically, replying to her first statement, andretiring under a tree to puzzle over the matter and consume the rest ofthe apple. The other children were playing their games and Mr. and Mrs.Eller soon went into the house.

  Bobby decided that the lady, Richard's mothers, didn't know theimportance of a birthdays, whereas _nothing_ could be more important.Birthdays brought little boys all the things they had always wanted,like "glassies" and baseball bats and little pigs. He knew he wantedthe "glassies" and the bat and wasn't quite sure but that he mightwant the pigs to help buy an edge-cation when he grew to be as big asRichard's fathers who said he wished that he had one.

  If he had really lost his birthdays _himself_, he might find it ashe did the spoon which he lost in the yard one day. The Supe'tendentmade him hunt and hunt for it till he couldn't see for the water inhis eyes. And then, suddenly, he stepped on it when he wasn't thinkingabout it and bent it all twisty-like. What if he should step on hisbirthdays and bend it just as he had the spoon? He must be very carefulwhere he stepped. Didn't the Man Who Lets You Play with the Puppy sayhe would find his birthdays some time when he was walking along and notthinking about it?

  He wanted very much to find his birthdays; so he must be up and aboutit. He would start at once; he might find it before night and wouldshow that Richard that he _did_ know where to find his birthdays. Heknew that he could walk ever so far, but was not so sure that he couldkee
p from thinking about what he was looking for. It was worth tryinganyway. If only he might step on his birthdays! He must be carefulthough not to step on it with all his weight and bend it as he did thespoon--it might be harder to straighten it out.

  He rose and started for the road. The other children were too busy withtheir playing to notice him. Stepping lightly, with eyes fixed on theground, Bobby trudged out through the yard into the road.

  So he started out on his strange quest.