"I've been thinking," announced Mother Blossom at the breakfast table
the next morning. "As our living-room isn't very large, I think three
tables will be all we can comfortably arrange. As an extra attraction
for the fair, why don't you give a little play?"
"A stuffed animal play," suggested Aunt Polly mysteriously. "If the
children like the idea, don't you say another word. I'll make the
costumes and drill them."
A stuffed animal play and a fair sounded delightfully exciting, and
when Bobby mentioned his plans to a group of close friends at recess he
found them most responsive.
"There's nothing much to do 'round now," said Palmer Davis. "I'm dead
tired coasting every day. I'd like to help Mrs. Jordan."
Mrs. Jordan was an old woman who lived in a tumbled-down house. She
had a crippled son, and had supported herself, since the death of her
husband, by going out to work by the day. As she had always worked
faithfully and never complained, Oak Hill people really did not know
that this winter she had had a hard time to get enough to eat and coal
enough to burn. Her son was unable to earn anything, and Miss Mason,
for whom Mrs. Jordan washed, had thought that it would be a kindness to
put him in a home where he would be well taken care of at no expense to
his mother.
"I'll not hear of it!" declared Mrs. Jordan angrily, when the teacher
mentioned this plan to her. "He's going to live at home with me as
long as I have a roof to cover us.
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