From where he stood Billy could see the distress in her face. He must think of a way to get her, and he must, must hurry!,
“Y-yes, b-but how can I when I have no one to say ‘mama’ to, only a Mrs.”,
As the door into the dining-room opened to the little guests, St. Elmo Mifsud’s eyes almost darted out of his head, for there on the centre of a bountifully-spread table stood an enormous chocolate cake with eleven candles burning on it. The revelation supplied a fitting climax for the epochal event of a thrilling picture show..
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