"
"Oh, no, Daddy," interposed Mother Blossom from the piano where she was
helping Meg with her music lesson and yet listening to the conversation
between Bobby and his father. "He's too little for that heavy work,
isn't he?"
"I can, too," argued Bobby heatedly. "Can't I have the shovel, Daddy?
Mother's always afraid I'm going to hurt myself. I'm not a girl."
"Well, Mother happens to be right," said Father Blossom firmly. "You
and Palmer are altogether too little to try shoveling snow from walks;
it's packed now and is work for a grown boy or man. If you had a
shovel of your own, I shouldn't consent to any such scheme for earning
money."
"There are other ways, Bobby," Mother Blossom assured him brightly.
"I'm sure the other children will want to help when they hear about the
Jordans. Why don't you, and some of the boys and girls in your class,
give a little fair? We'll all help, won't we, Daddy?"
"But I don't know how to give a fair," objected Bobby.
CHAPTER X
WORKING FOR THE FAIR
"I do," said Meg, turning around on the piano bench. "You have tables,
and on 'em things to sell, and everybody comes. Where could we have
the fair, Mother?"
"I think here in the house," answered Mother Blossom thoughtfully. "We
live near enough to the center of town for people to get here easily."
"But how do you have a fair?" persisted Bobby. "Where do we get things
to sell? Can we do it all ourselves?"
"Certainly you can," declared Father Blossom.
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