“Now you’re not to stay up chatting all night, otherwise I’ll have to separate you.” Mrs Postlethwaite said before helping them move Billy’s creaky old wrought iron bed frame, mattress and bedding into Alice’s bedroom. She even hammered a nail into the wall so Billy could hang the cross-stitch name plaque above his bed.
“I’ll have to make you one to go over your bed.” Billy suggested.
“For my birthday?” Alice excitedly asked. “Oh Billy I’d love that!”
Billy smiled and told her that it wouldn’t be for her birthday since that’s not until next year. “I just want to make you something.” he said.