Four Little Blossoms on Apple Tree Island

n! Wave to him,

look funny before sh

o

awls and long and short coats, had whirled past Marion Green so rapidly that she had not guessed who th

they could go into a higher grade in the fall, because of their good records for the term. Dot's new dresses were all finished; and Twaddles had wheedled his father into allowing him to take along an empty bird-cage which took up a great deal of room and was utterly useless. The Blossoms had

. "And it makes her cry to see the cage; so she gave it to me. I t

miles to Apple Tree

for the children to

reason Father Blosso

real reason, of co

he State highway which the interurban trolley line followed for some distance. Dot remembered the trip on t

t the lower end of Lake Tobago, where we took the boat, and then we branch off and f

" announced Twaddle

and run back for it. Father Blossom was a skillful driver now and the

d shadiest tree that could be found. How glad the four little Blossoms were to get out of the car and run about on the grass, and how good Norah's sandwiches did taste! There was milk for the children, and c

ot, as she snuggled into the car beside Mother Bl

ess?" teased

ied Meg. "Au

yed a little nap that

ide awake every inst

ns awoke and sat up,

tful that they had m

the organ-grinder man, Dot? And there's the rest

unning the car close to the curb under a drooping willow

, and the four little Blossoms amused themselves by watc

n't we, Mother?" ask

't have to com

hurrying back and cl

stretch of the lake shore road and we'll have to make a short d

at passengers, baby carriages, horses, jitneys and automobiles had to find their way about as best the

ve and saw the water shining through the screen of trees

ed. "I hope I can go fishing. Palmer Dav

u," Father Bl

alking," Dot ann

Twaddles had mounted his seat,

" he de

ce and the cage shot o

waddles. "I didn't m

y, it s

rim, for his patience with the

lker, who had turned on hearing the ca

over honest gray eyes. He handed the cage up to Twaddles smiling and revealing a set of squa

ejaculated. "Where

a slow, sheepish grin. His hair was quite gray at the

nly pleased. "You're the last person I ever e

ing our way," said Fa

ou remember

som held ou

n each other," she said pleasantly. "Oh, there's plenty of room,

Mr. Harley sat in the front seat with T

ed. "Which is the little fell

This is Meg, and the two youngsters are our twins, Twaddles and Do

led painful memories to Mr. Harley. But his at

myself in quite a spell. I expect the boys have grown ou

ained perfectly silent