Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi

Brookside at Last 63
is so shiny, and not a white hair on him! He
belonged to the people on the next farm, but
spent about half his time with me ; so when they
sold and moved away last week Poots was given
to me to keep."
"Is that his name—Poots?" inquired Meg.
"How funny!"
"Well, he's a funny cat," replied her aunt.
"And now, children, if you look sharp you'll see
Brookside!"
She turned the car into a neat graveled roadway
which parted a pretty concrete wall exactly
in half, while Twaddles was puzzling how those
things that looked to him like chickens could
ever turn into big juicy turkeys.
Eagerly the four little
Blossoms tumbled out
They saw a compact, modern house that looked
even from the outside as if one might find all
sorts of unexpected corners within. A green
lawn bordered each side of the driveway, and
in one direction was a red-tiled house with smoke
coming out of the chimney and in another a birdhouse
perched on a high pole near the gate the
four little
Blossoms had just come through.