Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi
Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi
Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi
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The <strong>Blossoms</strong> go Berrying 95<br />
gan to worry," said dear Aunt Polly, carrying<br />
Dot, big girl as she was.<br />
Peter had picked up<br />
Meg, and Jud had shouldered Twaddles, while<br />
Bobby kept running beside them.<br />
"You must be starved," was Linda's greeting.<br />
"We've got fried chicken and currant jelly,<br />
too."<br />
<strong>And</strong> though it was l<strong>at</strong>e,<br />
Aunt Polly was sure<br />
th<strong>at</strong> fried chicken would hurt no one, and while<br />
the hungry <strong>Blossoms</strong> <strong>at</strong>e, she s<strong>at</strong> by and listened<br />
to wh<strong>at</strong> had happened to them in the woods.<br />
"Why, darlings," she cried over and over,<br />
"Auntie will buy you other books and toys,<br />
but<br />
I couldn't possibly buy your mother other children<br />
if anything happened to you. Look <strong>at</strong><br />
Dot's feet; the poor child must have walked<br />
miles. <strong>And</strong> her face and hands are terribly<br />
scr<strong>at</strong>ched."<br />
Directly after supper the tired children were<br />
ready for bed,<br />
and Linda and Aunt Polly undressed<br />
them and b<strong>at</strong>hed the sore <strong>little</strong><br />
feet and<br />
put soothing cold cream on sunburned, scr<strong>at</strong>ched<br />
faces.<br />
The summer weeks flew merrily by, and when<br />
<strong>little</strong>