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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Up on the Mountain 115<br />
"Can't we help you?" asked Meg kindly.<br />
"Now look here," Jud said, in his pleasant,<br />
slow voice. "I'm going to be all-fired busy in<br />
the back garden. If anything frightens you,<br />
sing out and I'll hear you. If you want to talk<br />
to any one, go down to the house, and Mother<br />
will listen to you.<br />
But please don't bother me."<br />
"But wh<strong>at</strong>'ll we do?" persisted Bobby.<br />
Jud pointed to the tent th<strong>at</strong> had been F<strong>at</strong>her<br />
Blossom's surprise.<br />
"Play Indians, why don't you?" he suggested.<br />
"Don't believe you've had those clothes on three<br />
times since you got 'em. If any one had sent me<br />
a tent when I was a kid, you couldn't have kept<br />
me from playing with it."<br />
"We might as well play Indian," said Meg<br />
when Jud had gone off to his garden, whistling.<br />
"Dot and I'll put on our suits and you and<br />
Twaddles wear yours. I wish I had a tomahawk."<br />
"Girl Indians don't have 'em," said Bobby<br />
fl<strong>at</strong>ly.<br />
"Well, they ought to," declared Meg.<br />
"Doesn't Dot look cunning in her suit?"