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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122 <strong>Four</strong> Little <strong>Blossoms</strong> <strong>at</strong> <strong>Brookside</strong> <strong>Farm</strong><br />
"Hello!" said<br />
Meg.<br />
Apparently the <strong>little</strong> girl had not heard her<br />
coming, for she jumped when Meg spoke and<br />
turned swiftly. Then she shrieked loudly and<br />
dashed for the house.<br />
Peter came out <strong>at</strong> once.<br />
"Guess you frightened her," he said. "<strong>And</strong><br />
Christopher Columbus, I don't wonder. You<br />
look like a band of Indians let loose."<br />
"My! we forgot these clothes, " said Bobby.<br />
"Meg didn't mean to frighten her. Look <strong>at</strong><br />
Twaddles—she scared him pretty near stiff yelling<br />
like th<strong>at</strong>."<br />
Mrs. Cook came out to<br />
to tell<br />
the wagon presently,<br />
Peter th<strong>at</strong> she would come the next week.<br />
She was a <strong>little</strong> thin, brown-faced woman, and<br />
she was even shyer than Dot, w7ho usually shrank<br />
out of sight when there were any strangers<br />
around.<br />
"These Miss Polly's N<strong>at</strong>ions ?" asked Mrs.<br />
Cook, twisting her apron nervously.