“Will you please come to my party,” wrote Margaret to Nell,

To Dorothy and Frederick and Baby May as well.

Also to Jack and Marjory, to Barbara and Kate,

And many other friends besides whose names I won’t relate.

“And as it is my birthday and at last I shall be six,

We are to have a conjurer to show us wondrous tricks.

Some games and dancing after that, so please do not forget

To come quite punctually at four—your loving Margaret.”

The invitations were sent round, and as you well may guess,

The answers soon came pouring in, and every one said “Yes.”

The time seemed long to wait, and when the glad day came at last,

They all arrived at four o’clock and not a moment past.

And everybody brought a gift to little Margaret,

Because it was her birthday, and because she was a pet.

Of dolls and toys and picture books she soon had quite a store

Piled up around her on the chairs, and some upon the floor.

That was a splendid party, and the conjurer was grand,

I really think he must have come direct from Fairyland.

And how the children romped and played, with all their might and main,

Till it was time to go—then they wished they could begin again!