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The wash-house was a tight fit for the Perks children and the Three Chimneys children, as well as all the wash-house's proper furniture, including the mangle and the copper. "Hullo, old woman!" they heard Mr. Perks's voice say; "here's a pretty set-out!" "It's your birthday tea, Bert," said Mrs. Perks, "and here's a ounce of your extry particular.
Perks's health. And Mr. Perks proposed a toast, also honoured in tea, and the toast was, "May the garland of friendship be ever green," which was much more poetical than anyone had expected from him. "Jolly good little kids, those," said Mr. Perks to his wife as they went to bed.
"Oh dear and we went up there to talk about what we'd do for Perks's birthday. And we haven't talked a single thing about it!" "No more we have," said Bobbie; "but Peter's saved Reginald Horace's life. I think that's about good enough for one evening." "Bobbie would have saved him if I hadn't knocked her down; twice I did," said Peter, loyally.
That's next Thursday." "I don't mind when you have them, dear," said Mother, "but why?" "Because it's Perks's birthday," said Bobbie; "he's thirty-two, and he says he doesn't keep his birthday any more, because he's got other things to keep not rabbits or secrets but the kids and the missus." "You mean his wife and children," said Mother. "Yes," said Phyllis; "it's the same thing, isn't it?"
We'll keep the little frocks, and what not, Nell." "Then there's the perambulator and the gooseberries, and the sweets," said Bobbie, "they're from Mrs. Ransome. She said: 'I dare say Mr. Perks's children would like the sweets. And the perambulator was got for my Emmie's first it didn't live but six months, and she's never had but that one. I'd like Mrs. Perks to have it.
"Those roses," said she. "Did you like them?" said Phyllis; "they were as fresh as fresh. I made the needle-book, but it was Bobbie's present." She skipped joyously as she spoke. "Here's your basket," said the Post-office woman. She went in and brought out the basket. It was full of fat, red gooseberries. "I dare say Perks's children would like them," said she.
"'Little Clothes for Mrs. Perks's children. Mother said, 'I'll find some of Phyllis's things that she's grown out of if you're quite sure Mr. Perks wouldn't be offended and think it's meant for charity. I'd like to do some little thing for him, because he's so kind to you. I can't do much because we're poor ourselves." Bobbie paused. "That's all right," said Perks, "your Ma's a born lady.
"Aren't you afraid to leave it?" said Peter. "Lor' love you, no," said the woman; "who'd hurt a little thing like 'im? Besides, Spot's there. So long!" The woman went away. "Shall we go home?" said Phyllis. "You can. I'm going to fish," said Peter briefly. "I thought we came up here to talk about Perks's birthday," said Phyllis. "Perks's birthday'll keep."
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