Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi

102 Four Little Blossoms at Brookside Farm
into overalls Aunt Polly had bought and shortened
to fit them.
"I wish your mother could see you/' she said,
a$ she gave them each a bright tin pail. "No
need to worry about your dress now, is there,
Dot?"
"Going berrying?" asked Jud, as they passed
him, clipping the green hedge around the
kitchen garden. "Better keep out of the sun."
The children walked down the road and
turned into another field. They knew where
the blackberry bushes grew, and they meant to
fill
their pails.
"Let's start here by this fence," suggested
Bobby. "What's that over in Mr. Simmond's
field?"
"It's a bull," answered Meg who knew all the
animals at Brookside and on the neighboring
farms by this time.
"He's as cross as can be, but
he took three prizes at the last Fair."
Twaddles ate the first dozen berries he picked
and then he picked another dozen for Dot's pail.
He decided that larger and better berries grew
on the other side of the fence. He crawled un-