"Meg, Meg!" Dot's voice sounded from the front hall, as Mother Blossom
finished tying a soft handkerchief around Bobby's head to hold the
eye-pad in place. "Is Meg home yet?"
Dot appeared in the doorway of Mother Blossom's room.
"What's the matter with Bobby?" she asked.
Bobby explained, but Dot was too excited to pay much attention to the
story of the fight. She had other matters on her mind.
"Meg, you've got a letter," she announced. "We all have. Only
Twaddles and I opened ours."
"A letter!" repeated Meg, delighted. "Who wrote it?"
"Give Bobby his," directed Mother Blossom. "Open them, dears. That is
the only sure way to know what is inside."
Meg and Bobby tore open the square pink envelopes together, but Meg
read hers first.
"Marion Green's going to give a birthday party!" she exclaimed. "Isn't
that fun! I can wear my white dress. What'll we take her, Mother?"
Mother Blossom said that they would think up something nice before the
day for the party came, and then they heard Father Blossom come in, and
down the four little Blossoms rushed to tell him about the snow battle
and the party.
"I'm glad," announced Dot with a great deal of satisfaction at the
supper table that night, "there's something in this town they don't say
Twaddles and I are too young to go to!"
Everybody laughed, and Father Blossom said that Dot shouldn't worry
about her age, for she was growing older every year.
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