For one thing, the roof sloped, and he had to
cling to the side of the house as he walked; then, too, the fine
driving snow almost blinded him; and a third reason that made it hard
going was the way the snow caked and clung to his shoes.
He had reached the window where Meg was waiting, so interested in
watching him that she had forgotten why he was coming, and he stooped
for a handful of fresh snow. Meg grinned cheerfully at him as he
straightened up.
"I'll let you in," she called through the glass, beginning to push up
the window.
Bobby reached out to get a good grip on the window frame, missed the
ledge and lost his balance. His foot slipped as he threw out his arms
to save himself.
CHAPTER II
BOBBY IS RESCUED
Before the frightened gaze of three pairs of eyes Bobby slid backward
over the edge of the porch roof, out of sight.
"He'll be killed!" sobbed Meg, dashing for the door.
She unlocked it and fled down the hall, followed by Dot and Twaddles.
"What is it? What is it?" screamed Norah, as she caught a glimpse of
Meg's white face from the dining-room where she was beginning to set
the supper table. "Has anything happened to any of ye?"
Meg was already out of the front door. Norah caught up her red shawl
and ran after her.
Norah had lived with the Blossoms ever since Bobby was a baby. He was
now seven years old. There were four little Blossoms now, and never a
dispute about the "baby of the family," for there were two of them!
Dot and Twaddles were twins, you see.
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