''Carry was nine years old," daddy said. ''A few minutes before eleven Carry's little brother came to her, ringing a large bell. 'Come to the celebration for the queen of the day!' he shouted and all the family joined the procession.
''In the center of the room was a table. And such a marvelously covered table! But, first of all, they seated Carry in a big rocking-chair at the head of the table. They were all dressed up in funny costumes which they always wore for birthday celebrations. The table was full of presents, and in the center was a cake with nine lighted candles on it. ''Happy Birthday!'' they all cried together.
''She opened her presents one by one. She had lovely pink knitted bed-room slippers from her mother, a beautiful doll from her daddy, a workbag from her granny, a paint box from her auntie and a big box of candy from her brother, which he'd bought with his very own saved-up money, and which to Carry was the best present of all!''
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