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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contented and interested.<br />
<strong>Brookside</strong> <strong>at</strong> Last 57<br />
In one place two <strong>little</strong><br />
boys and their f<strong>at</strong>her were out fishing in a rowbo<strong>at</strong><br />
and the steamer passed so close to them th<strong>at</strong><br />
the four <strong>little</strong> <strong>Blossoms</strong>, leaning over the rail,<br />
could almost shake hands with them.<br />
"There's another wharf! Do we stop there?<br />
Yes, we do! Come on, Dot, let's w<strong>at</strong>ch!"<br />
shouted Twaddles, as the steamer headed inshore<br />
toward a pier built out into the w<strong>at</strong>er.<br />
"Keep away from the gangplank," warned<br />
Mother Blossom.<br />
"You mustn't get in people's<br />
way, dear."<br />
The pier was something of a disappointment,<br />
because when the bo<strong>at</strong> tied up there the children<br />
discovered th<strong>at</strong> only freight was to be taken off<br />
and more boxes carried on. There was only one<br />
man <strong>at</strong> the wharf, and apparently no town for<br />
miles.<br />
"Doesn't anybody live here?" asked Twaddles,<br />
almost climbing over the rail in his eagerness<br />
to see everything.<br />
"Sure! There's a town back about half a<br />
mile," explained the deck-hand who was carry-