Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi

128 Four Little Blossoms at Brookside Farm
my window. Wait a minute and we'll peep
out."
Dot and Twaddles wouldn't wake up, "not if
there was an earthquake," Daddy Blossom sometimes
said, but Meg and Bobby were light sleepers
and very apt to hear any unusual noise.
Together now they crept over to Meg's window
and, raising the screen very softly, peeped
out. Something large and dark was moving
about on the lawn below.
"I guess it's Mr. Simmonds' bull," suggested
Meg.
"Don't you think we ought to go down and
drive him off?" asked Bobby, quite as if driving
bulls off his aunt's lawn was a nightly task with
him. "Or I'll go alone—I'm the man of the
house."
As a matter of fact, he was.
Aunt Polly and
Linda slept in rooms across the hall at the back
of the house, and apparently had heard nothing.
But Meg had no idea of letting her brother face
a bull alone.
"I'm coming, too," she whispered. "Let's put
on our shoes—you know how wet the grass is
at