Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi

96 Four Little Blossoms at Brookside Farm
a rainy afternoon came and Aunt Polly suggested
that the children should write to their
father and mother, the Blossoms discovered that
they really had a good deal to tell.
"I'll begin, 'cause I'm the oldest and I can
write in pencil," said Bobby. "Then Meg can
print, and I'll write what Dot and Twaddles
tell me to. I guess they will like that kind of
letter."
Aunt Polly thought so, too, and she gave
Bobby her own pretty mahogany "secretary"
that was ever so old a desk, to write at.
Bobby put his tongue in his cheek and worked
hard for fifteen minutes. Then he was ready
to
read aloud.
" 'Dear Daddy and Mother:' " he read. " 'We
thought you would like to hear from us. Last
week Peter was haying and Meg and I
helped
him make loads. Meg drove into the barn all
by herself. It is fun to see them unload the hay,
because they have a thing they call a hayfork
that comes down and takes up big handfuls and
carries it up to the mow. I can almost milk.