Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi

138 Four Little Blossoms at Brookside Farm
torn of the box wagon that was used to haul logs
and brushwood in in the winter.
"Be ready in two jerks of a lamb's tail," announced
Peter, using one of his favorite expressions.
When the heavy wagon rattled up to the front
door, the four little Blossoms were already sitting
on the straw.
Aunt Polly and Linda were
helped in by Jud, who also lifted in the boxes
of lunch, and then Peter clucked to Jerry and
Terry, and away they went, over the meadow
into the woods, and up the narrow wagon road.
"See, isn't this pretty?" asked Aunt Polly, as
the road suddenly came out into a clearing, and
they saw the brook a bit ahead of them.
They all jumped cut, and Peter turned the
horses' heads toward home at once. He was
anxious to get back to his work, but was coming
for them at half-past four.
"We must get some flowers for the table,"
said Aunt Polly, after she had helped Linda put
the boxes in a low branch of a tree where nothing
could touch them. "Come, children, let's
get a bouquet of flowers."