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"I know you must miss Sam," said Mother Blossom, as Meg and Dot climbed in beside her and Bobby and Twaddles took their places in the front seat beside Father Blossom. "He was such an excellent driver." "Well, in a way, he kept me from learning," said her husband, starting the car a trifle unevenly.
"You and I are going to have a nice little ride while they're pegging away at their books. How's that?" Dot and Twaddles were cheered by this thought, and they were able to see Meg and Bobby and the lunch-boxes go up the school walk without another protest. "You go and ask her now," suggested Meg, as she and Bobby went into the hall. "Go on, Bobby.
"Oh, gee, there's a lot of wax on top," Twaddles reported when he had torn a jagged hole in the lid and found the jelly was protected with a layer of paraffin. "How'll I get that off?" "Take a fork," advised Dot. "Here I'll show you." She seized a fork and jammed it into the paraffin.
Meg and Bobby sometimes felt that they would like to play a game without the aid of Dot and Twaddles. Not that they did not love the small sister and brother dearly, but Meg and Bobby usually liked to do the very same thing in the very same way, and Dot and Twaddles were apt to want to do it six different ways and all at once! That, as you may understand, occasionally led to disputes.
"With fresh asparagus for supper?" asked Father Blossom in great surprise. "I couldn't think of it! After supper you shall hear all about the island, chicks." "Now tell us, Daddy," begged Dot when, supper over, they were gathered about the fireplace in the living room. "Tell us, 'fore Twaddles and I have to go to bed." "It isn't such a long story," began Father Blossom.
"Well, Twaddles, this consignment got side-tracked and it's some new office equipment your father wants right away; it is quicker to drive over and get it, than have it re-routed." Twaddles said "Oh," and immediately wanted to know how many miles it was to Fernwood. "Ten or twelve," said Sam. "And mind you dress warmly enough." "Oh, I have lots to wear," Twaddles assured him.
"It wouldn't be right in the first place, and in the second place it is against the law. You must put him out in the grass again, Twaddles, as soon as he is warm and dry." "Daddy!" Meg's quick eyes had seen a car making the corner turn. "Here comes Daddy! What color is the car, Bobby?" "Black no, blue, dark blue!" cried Bobby.
They flew at it so fiercely it seemed as though they thought it was alive and they must kill it. "What's that out in the yard?" asked Bobby the first thing when he came home from school at noon. "That's our bird table," Twaddles informed him. "Aunt Polly thought of it and Dot and I fixed it. Sam nailed it up for us. You ought to see the birds eat the stuff."
A few days after this Daddy Blossom announced that he was going to Greenpier on important business. "I know, Daddy," shouted Twaddles. "Fireworks for the Fourth of July." Father Blossom was going over on the morning boat to do his shopping, and soon after he had gone down to the wharf the four little Blossoms decided to go to "Mr. Harley's house" to play.
He was so evidently delighted to have recovered his glove that the four little Blossoms forgot the sled for a moment. Dot was the first to remember. "Did you lose a sled, too?" she asked him eagerly. "Or an automobile?" Twaddles suggested, quite as though people were in the habit of losing their automobiles. "There's one stuck on the road," said Bobby.
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