Four Little Blossoms at Oak Hill School

EASANT

nd he rolled his eyes beseechingly at Sa

hid him under the seat?

onestly, Sam

t they had had anything to do

ing when we were out in the garage," admitted

grumbled Sam. "Your father doesn't want a dog around

Sam's sleeve to attract his attention. "See it down there? Slow up,

d with interest at the spot to whi

off a heavy load, I guess, on its way to th

t around cracking pebbles and stones and sometimes he found ver

ll, we'll have to hustle a little to make it

adily through a cloud of dust. Then the iron gates of the foundry, of which Father Blossom w

ar rolled past the office window, where 56 he was wo

ut, buckling his brief cas

icating his passengers. "I told 'em they'd have to

ip," declared Father Blossom regre

undry yard. He turned with a half-s

," he said. "Meg doesn't like to be in the car whe

mp, drove out of the yard again. Meg smiled her thanks. She wished she didn't feel that a car

e sign-post with a finger pointing to "Oak Hill, 2 miles," in one direct

m. "Go straight home and tell Mother if I can I

d he frisked ahead, barking and trying t

ng up a pebble he found at one side of t

erest while Bobby smashed

ble?" demand

fragments. It was a white pebble, and the broken

re," hazarded the collector. "Anywa

s bag, and then the four trot

at had come up behind them stopped. It was the Oak Hill grocery-store car,

talk to the children. "Don't you want to go along? Room

who dearly loved to go anywher

rly. "But the rest of you can go. I

t's my turn to fix up the rabbit pen.

to the seat beside Mr. Hambert. "Guess I keep those ra

and to Dot and pulled he

sorry if you do the work first and play afterward. Tell your

fashion of older sisters, as the grocery car shot up the road and took the turn to

relessly, "Here's the spring lot

k that marked the beginning of the town. The "spring lot" was a marshy piece of land that was full of springs which fed and kept 60 puddles of m

ing up the road suddenly. "Loo

his favorite occupat

replied. "Wonder

ead, Tim Roon came toward them, whistling loudly. When

was his greeting. "

s pet," retorted

n. "Can't a person speak to your sister,

lushed

ou 61 can talk right," he said rapidly.

e marsh and came bounding

ly. "You ought to see the dog my father's got. What's yo

dry spot. If Meg or Bobby tried to go aroun

t Meg. "She didn't know she had to tell she whispered! But I no

oon couldn't have told either. He was merely doing his best to be unkind a

" cried Bobby. "Go ahead, Meg, I'l

, but the latter had no intention o

locked her path. A quick twist of a vicious, sharp, little elbow jo

ier than he had ever been in his life. "Y

that the time had come for him to be of use. With a sharp bark, he lunged straight for Tim's legs, his sharp, even teeth showing on either side of his r

at it was the better part of valor to take 63 ad

nd barking like a mad dog, the two children ran down the road and did not stop till the

ting and growling a little as if he only want