It was
Margery's and Trixy's birthday; they were exactly the same age, so they had
only one birthday between them, but they had always gone shares in everything
as long as they could remember, so they were quite happy in sharing their
birthday. And what a splendid birthday this one had been! First of all, they
had been allowed to choose their birthday treat, which was to go to Woodcote
Farm.
They had
driven to the farm in the morning, sitting on the box-seat of the waggonette by
John, and as soon as they arrived they had gone all round the farmyard, and
looked at the dear little ducks and chickens, and every other living creature
on the place. They had well shaken the apple tree and filled their pockets with
lovely rosy apples. After dinner they had gone out into the big field to have a
game with old Dobbin. Dobbin seemed to understand that the children wished to
catch him by his long tail, and would stand still until they nearly touched
him, and then with a toss of his head would gallop off to the other side of the
field, followed by the children, until at last, quite out of breath, they had
flung themselves down under the willow by the side of the little stream.
The
afternoon was warm, and Trixy was surely getting a little sleepy, when Margery
suddenly jumped up. “Come, Trix,” she said, “I hear the waggonette;” and off
they ran as fast as they could.
This text was borrowed from one of kid's books from Gutenberg library.
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