Glenloch Girls | Page 2

in front of him. "Do you know what
day this is, sir?" she continued, trying to look very stern.
"I think I do," he answered meekly; "it's the seventeenth of September,
I believe."
"And what day is that?" still more sternly.
"That is, why, bless my soul, so it is, that's---"
"Your birthday," finished Ruth triumphantly. "And we're going to
celebrate it just by ourselves. You aren't going out this evening, are you,
Popsy?"
"No, dear, I shall be very glad to stay at home with you. I am afraid,
though, that I shan't be a very good birthday boy, for there are some
business plans that are troubling me, and I want to talk them over with
you."

"Business plans?" said Ruth, surprised. "Why, papa, I never supposed I
could help you about business plans."
"These particular plans have so much to do with you, little girl, that it's
only fair to tell you about them before I decide. However, we won't talk
about them until after dinner, for I'm as hungry as a bear."
"Well, do run upstairs and get ready now, for dinner will be ready in a
few minutes, and I'm dying to give you your birthday surprise."
"Dear me, I thought it was enough of a shock to have a birthday,
without more surprises. Give it to me by degrees, please, for in my
starving condition I can't bear much."
Ruth watched her father as he ran lightly up the stairs, and wondered if
any other girl had such a great, strong, handsome papa. "He's my very
best chum," she said to herself, "and sometimes he doesn't seem a bit
older than I do."
Just as the maid announced dinner, papa appeared and Ruth met him at
the foot of the stairs with a sweeping courtesy. He responded with a
ceremonious bow, and the proffer of his arm, which Ruth took with
great gravity.
"Aren't we grand?" she said in a satisfied tone. "It makes me feel
dreadfully grown up to have you treat me so politely."
"I'll stop then," laughed papa. "Fourteen is old enough, and I don't want
my girl to turn into a young lady just yet."
"Now shut your eyes, Popsy, and don't look until I get you into your
chair," said Ruth as they reached the dining-room door.
Her father obediently shut his eyes, and Ruth led him to his place at the
table. Then she slipped around to her own chair, and clapping her hands
said triumphantly, "Now look."
"Oh--o-oh!" gasped her father, almost before he had opened his eyes.

"This is truly superb. Ruth, you're an artist."
"Mary helped me do it," said Ruth, smiling at the pretty maid; "but I
planned it every bit myself. I thought I would make it a pink and white
birthday because pink is your favorite color."
Mr. Shirley looked at the pretty table with appreciative eyes. In the
centre a bowl of pink roses reflected in its shining facets the lights of
the pink candies which filled the candelabra at the ends of the table.
Broad, pink satin ribbons, with rosebuds and maidenhair fern dropped
upon them at intervals, ran from the flower bowl in the centre to the
comers of the polished table, and in front of papa's plate was a huge
birthday cake resplendent with pink and white icing and glittering with
candies.
"You don't have to eat the birthday cake first," said Ruth, as Mr.
Shirley looked somewhat apprehensively in its direction. "You see I
made it myself, and I thought I couldn't possibly wait all through dinner
for it to be put on, so I told Mary we'd make it a sort of glorified supper,
and we could have the cake to look at while we were eating the other
things."
"Do you mean to tell me that you made this gorgeous concoction
yourself?" asked papa, looking at her admiringly. "To think I should
have had such a genius in my house and not have known it."
"I've been practicing ever since the first of September," answered Ruth
proudly, "and Nora said that this one looked quite perfect. But you
mustn't take too long over your supper, for there's another surprise
coming when we are all by ourselves in the library."
"You don't say so. How can I wait until then?" said Mr. Shirley,
beginning to attack the salad with great energy.
It was a delightful birthday supper, Ruth thought, for her father was his
funniest self, and she laughed so much that she had scarcely time to eat.
The cake was a great success, and Mr. Shirley praised the maker of it
so warmly that she blushed rosily and flew around the table to give him

a hug and kiss.
"Now for surprise number two," cried Ruth as they