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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42 <strong>Four</strong> Little <strong>Blossoms</strong> <strong>at</strong> <strong>Brookside</strong> <strong>Farm</strong><br />
word does any one get out of me on this subject.<br />
Not a word."<br />
The next few days were very busy ones; but<br />
<strong>at</strong> last two trunks were brought down and<br />
placed in the hall, and Mother Blossom made<br />
lists and packed and explained her plans to Meg<br />
and Bobby, who, as the oldest, could be expected<br />
to remember.<br />
"All the stockings are here, dear, right in this<br />
tray," Mother Blossom would say. "<strong>And</strong> I'm<br />
putting Bobby's blouses in this trunk. You are<br />
sure you will remember so th<strong>at</strong> Aunt Polly<br />
needn't be bothered in case I don't get both<br />
trunks unpacked for you?"<br />
Meg was sure she could remember.<br />
"Where's Twaddles?" asked Mother Blossom<br />
the last afternoon, when she w r as putting in the<br />
very final things. "I haven't seen him since<br />
lunch time.<br />
Dot, do you know where he went?"<br />
"I think he's w<strong>at</strong>ching Sam give Philip a<br />
b<strong>at</strong>h," volunteered Bobby. "He likes the smell<br />
of th<strong>at</strong> dog soap, Mother."<br />
"I can't say I do," said Mother Blossom