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"Yes, I guess we're going," murmured Twaddles, his eyes fixed in fascination on his mechanical grasshopper reposing on the top of the teacher's desk. "Will Norah and Annabel Lee and Philip go with you?" asked Miss Mason, who knew all about the Blossom family and their pets.
Harley went," asserted Twaddles wisely. "That's it, darling," said Mother Blossom tenderly. From the Harley shack, the Blossoms went down to the shore and, by using Father Blossom's field glasses, were able to see the two islands that lay to the north of Apple Tree Island and which, rumor said, were used by smugglers.
"I have bad luck all the time," sighed poor Twaddles, blaming every one but the one small boy who was responsible for the bad luck. "Daddy," said Bobby that evening, "I'd like to earn some money." "Yes, Son?" answered Father Blossom encouragingly. "What do you want money for?" "I heard Miss Mason saying to Miss Wright to-day at noon that Mrs.
Mendam wandered off before they had all quite finished and when he came back, he had a pile of small boxes under his arm. "Something to eat on the way home," he said, handing a box to each child. "Candy!" cried Twaddles blissfully. "It's just like Christmas!" Sam had tied the sleigh in front of the drug store and when they came out, Mr.
What could be simpler than to walk along the roof of the porch, raise a window and get in? He could gather up more snow, too, as he went along, and just wouldn't he wash Meg's face for her! "What you going to do?" asked Twaddles, as Bobby hoisted his window. Dot and Twaddles, tiring of their own fracas, had come in search of Meg and Bobby.
"You'll have to run every step of the way to make up for lost time. Run!" Dot, of course, would run with Twaddles, and Meg and Bobby promised to return the sled to Marion. They had to walk all the way around the pond to get it for her. "I fell in," said Twaddles beamingly, when he and Dot reached home.
Then he took him home to breakfast with him. But first the artist made these snow men to please you, and perhaps to see if his old skill still was left to him." "Let us make a snow man in our back yard," proposed Bobby to Meg on the way home from school that afternoon. "Dot and Twaddles tried it, but there wasn't enough snow then. We can make a good one."
"Now that poor pole won't be lonesome any more," she murmured to herself. Sam set up his stepladder, and, taking the board from Twaddles and a couple of long, strong nails from his pocket, he nailed the board firmly to the top of the pole. "See, Norah?" cried Dot. Then Sam took the bags, and the fat and crumbs of bread he scattered all over the top of the board.
"She waited till she saw you turn the corner, 'cause she said she wouldn't leave us alone." Twaddles, who had been pressing his short nose against the glass in the door panel hoping to see his mother coming with the promised gift, suddenly wheeled and tried to stand on his head. That was Twaddles' way of expressing delight. "It's snowing!" he cried.
Tell him his wife spoke most kindly of him and evidently believed that he was not in his right mind when he left her and the children." Twaddles being discovered asleep with a cake in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other, the four little Blossoms were swept away to hot baths and bed a few minutes after Aunt Polly finished.
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