"
Dot and Twaddles stared at the two older children in astonishment.
They wanted to go to school with all their hearts, and the idea that
any one could tire of that magical place, where chalk and blackboards
and goldfish and geography globes mingled in riotous profusion, had
never entered their busy minds.
"It's an awful long walk," mourned Bobby.
"I'll take you in the car," said Father Blossom quickly. "Hurry now,
and get your things on. I think there's been too much staying up till
nine o'clock lately, Mother."
"I think so, too," agreed Mother Blossom. "We'll go back to eight
o'clock bedtime beginning with to-night. What is it, Dot?"
"Can we go, too?" urged Dot. "Sam will bring us back."
"Oh, for goodness' sake!" frowned Bobby, pulling on his rubber boots
and stamping in them to make sure they were well on. "Why do you
always want to tag along every place we go?"
Dot looked hurt, and Bobby was really ashamed of himself. He wasn't
cross very often, but nothing seemed to go right this morning. No one
said anything, but Mother Blossom sent the twins out into the kitchen
on some errand, and then the car came around and Meg and Bobby and
Father Blossom tramped through the snow and climbed in under the snug
curtains. Bobby would have felt better if some one had scolded him.
"Guess we're going to have enough snow this winter to make up for
last," remarked Sam Layton cheerfully. He was not cross, and he was
blissfully unconscious that any one else had been.
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