Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi

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her flower garden, and Dot who liked to see
fresh flowers on the dining-room table.
When Meg had her apron full of apples she
sat down near Dot, and the four ate as manysweet
summer apples as four small people could
who had eaten breakfast less than an hour before.
"There's Poots," said Meg suddenly, glancing
up and seeing the black cat picking her way
through the grass. "Do you suppose she is
hunting birds?"
Poots blinked her green eyes innocently. If
she were after birds, she had no intention of
catching any before an audience.
and began to wash her face.
A mischievous idea seized Twaddles.
She sat down
"Rats, Spotty!" he shouted. "Rats!"
Now rats sounds pretty much like "cats," and
the excited and startled Spotty did not stop to
question which word Twaddles had used.
jumped up, his ears pointing forward.
He
"Rats, sic 'em!" said bad little Twaddles.
"Rats, Spotty!"
Spotty barked twice sharply.
Poots arose, her
fur bristling. Spotty leaped at her, barking