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 99<br />
"I wish I h^d my book th<strong>at</strong> was drowned,"<br />
mourned Meg. "I love to sit up in a tree and<br />
read."<br />
"Well, I<br />
loved Geraldine better than Tottic-<br />
Fay," said Dot, giving the old doll a shake as she<br />
spoke.<br />
"No use fussing," advised the sensible Bobby.<br />
"They're lost, and we mustn't let Aunt Polly<br />
hear us, 'cause she'll think she ought to go right<br />
off and buy us some more.<br />
I'm going to climb<br />
this tree. Who wants a ripe apple?"<br />
"I do," and Meg jumped up. "Let me hold<br />
my apron and you throw 'em down, Bobby.<br />
Twaddles, stop teasing Spotty."<br />
"I aren't teasing him," declared Twaddles indignantly.<br />
"I'm going to teach him to carry<br />
bundles."<br />
Twaddles' method of teaching the p<strong>at</strong>ient<br />
Spotty was to sit<br />
down on him with feet spread<br />
wide apart and wait for the dog to<br />
off.<br />
shake him<br />
Dot s<strong>at</strong> down quietly in the grass and began<br />
to make a bouquet of wild-flowers. It was Dot<br />
who always helped Aunt Polly weed and w<strong>at</strong>er