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"It keeps the wind out," Dot added. "You look like bundles of waste paper," Bobby chuckled. "You'd better not go out on the street that way, or when the trash cart comes, the man will pick you up and throw you on top." "I do think you have more paper than you need," said Aunt Polly gently. And though Twaddles and Dot did not want to admit it, they had already begun to feel that way themselves.
"There! you've scared it," said Twaddles regretfully. "It was a dear little snake. All right, I'm coming. I was all ready to start when you came." After this delay the trip went smoothly, and Father Blossom declared that he was pleased with the new car.
"I'll take you to Kidd's Island and drop you here at the wharf on the way back. I think we're going to be what the papers call a rescuing party." The four little Blossoms hurried on board The Sarah before the captain should change his mind. A rescue! Could anything be more exciting! As Twaddles remarked afterward, he wouldn't have missed coming to Apple Tree Island for anything in the world.
He staggered off toward the stairway, the basket in his arms. He had filled it so full that he could not see over the top and, just as he reached the head of the stairs, his foot caught in a rug. The basket pitched forward, but Twaddles caught the banister rail and saved himself from falling. "Glory be!"
Meg and Bobby skated back to them now and then to see that they were all right, and Bobby took off his skates once to try the slide while Twaddles tried to use the skates. They were too large for him, and a fall on the ice dulled his interest. He decided he would rather slide. "They're going to have a big bonfire to-night," reported Bobby, on one of his trips back to the twins.
"Huh!" was the best response Twaddles could make to this remark, but when he was ready to go downstairs he slipped into Meg's room. Her blue serge skirt and a fresh middy blouse lay over a chair and Twaddles knew she would wear them to school the next day. With a quick glance toward the door he slipped something into the pocket of the blouse, which was stitched into the turned up hem.
Counting stones was a favorite game of Dot and Twaddles. Every third one they had to walk around and sometimes it took them a long time to get to the town because there were so many stones to count. "An' after Friday we won't have to go to school," said Bobby. "A week from Friday," corrected Meg. "I wish we could stay at home all the time like Dot and Twaddles. Have you Mother's list, Bobby?"
At the name of Dryden he smiled, and the smile spoke as plainly as a smile could speak, "How the old woman twaddles!" "We only know Dryden by quotations. Madam, and these, indeed, are found only in books that have long since had their day." "And Shakspeare, sir?" "Shakspeare, Madam, is obscene, and, thank God, WE are sufficiently advanced to have found it out!
"You want to run home as fast as you can go and get into dry shoes and stockings, and then you won't ever know you fell into the pond. Scoot, now!" But Twaddles delayed. "Is it is it four o'clock?" he asked, his teeth chattering. "Mother said we could stay out till four o'clock." "It's five minutes after four," announced the stranger, consulting his watch.
She knew that currant jelly was red and she handed down a ruby red glass to the waiting Twaddles. "Don't cut yourself," she admonished him as he punched the can opener into the tin lid. Twaddles and Dot did not know that jelly tumblers are not opened with can openers. Mother Blossom and Norah always pried off the tin lids and used them the next year for other glasses.
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