The two little girls in starched white frocks were grave and puzzled.
It was not their idea of a Birthday Party.
Grandpapa just sat and sat in the sunshine, or strolled down by the lake talking with Papa. Mother said that there wouldn't be any special sweet cakes or songs or funny games, as at most Birthday Parties. There wasn't even room to celebrate, here at Shorfheide, the tiny hunting lodge where they were staying.
Of course everybody had to do what Grandpapa liked on his 81st birthday, because...