Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi

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32 Four Little Blossoms at Brookside Farm
dresses too fast,
and Aunt Polly won't have any
to put on me. But you could lend me yours,
Meg."
"No, I don't believe that's the reason," said
Meg slowly. "I tell you what I think— I think
Mother and Daddy have to plan a lot before they
know whether we can go. But you ought to be
more careful with your dresses, Dot."
The next morning Mother Blossom announced
that if the children would come out on the porch
she had something to tell them. There was a
general stampede from the breakfast table
Father Blossom had had an early breakfast and
had gone before the others were down—and
Aunt Polly in the swing and Mother Blossom in
a huge rocking-chair were nearly smothered in
a
shower of kisses.
"Are we going to
Brookside?"
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"Are we going home w T ith Aunt Polly?"
"Can I learn to milk a cow?"
"Do you have chickens, Aunt Polly?"
Four little voices chorused at once.
"Dear, dear," chuckled Aunt Polly. "So
you've been thinking about Brookside all this