" The clinging
arms held him more closely,
"Thank you, Isabel." Scott's voice was as tired as his eyes, and yet it
had a certain quality of strength. "Of course it's a very important
occasion. How are we going to celebrate it?"
"I have a present for you somewhere. Biddy, where is it?" Isabel's voice
had a note of impatience in it.
"It's here, darlint! It's here!" Biddy bustled up to the bed with a
parcel.
Isabel took it from her and turned to Scott. "It's only a silly old
cigarette-case, dear, but I thought of it all myself. How old are you
now, Stumpy?"
"I am thirty," he answered, smiling. "Thank you very much, dear. It's
just the thing I wanted--only too good!"
"As if anything could be too good for you!" his sister said tenderly.
"Has Eustace remembered?"
"Oh yes. Eustace has given me a saddle, but as he didn't think I should
want it here, it is to be presented when we get home again." He sat down
on the side of the bed, still inspecting the birthday offering.
"Haven't you had anything from anyone else?" Isabel asked, after a
moment.
He shook his head. "Who else is there to bother about a minnow like me?"
"You're not a minnow, Scott. And didn't--didn't Basil give you anything?"
Scott's tired eyes looked at her with a sudden fixity. He said nothing;
but a piteous look came into Isabel's face under his steady gaze, and she
dropped her own as if ashamed.
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