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"But school doesn't close--not until the middle of May!" Meg
voiced this distressing thought when she and Bobby were at the Oak
Hill school door. "Oh, Bobby, wouldn't it be awful if every one
went to Apple Tree Island except us!"
Bobby insisted that such a dreadful thing wasn't to be thought of,
but the idea troubled him all through the morning session. At
noon, for he and Meg went home to lunch, he asked Mother Blossom
whether she thought he and Meg would be left out of the island
plan because of the fact that school would still be in session
when the Blossoms started.
"Why, my dear little son, what a notion!" cried Mother Blossom,
kissing him warmly. "As if we could be happy two seconds without
you and Meg! Daddy and I talked it over, and we decided, before I
told you children of the plan, that if we had to go before school
closed it wouldn't be such a serious matter, because you both have
had excellent reports and the last school month is given over to
review work. If you and Meg have been attentive throughout the
term, and Miss Mason says you have, you can afford to miss a few
weeks."
Bobby was immensely relieved and looked over at Meg to see if she
did not share his pleasure. Meg, however, was scowling at
Twaddles, who seemed decidedly uncomfortable.
"Mother!" Meg had been waiting for her mother's attention.
"Mother, you ought to see what Twaddles did to me this morning."
Bobby suddenly snickered.
"Oh, Mother," he giggled, "it was the funniest thing you ever saw!
It hopped right across Bertrand Ashe's foot and Meg went to pick
it up and it went, plop! into Palmer Davis's inkwell. Miss Mason
thought Meg did it on purpose."
"What hopped?" asked Mother Blossom, mystified. "And Meg, why are
you frowning so at poor Twaddles?"
"He knows, all right," declared Meg wrathfully. "He put that
jumping grasshopper Aunt Polly sent him in my middy blouse pocket.
And it mortified me very much, Mother."
"I don't doubt it, Daughter," said Mother Blossom sympathetically.
"Twaddles, I think that was rather a mean trick."
"Paid her up for calling me silly," muttered Twaddles, his face
scarlet.
"It was funny, though," insisted Bobby smiling.
Meg tried not to laugh and then she gave in.
"Yes, it was," she admitted, dimpling. "The ink splashed all over,
Mother, and when Miss Mason made Palmer take it out it gave
another jump and landed way over on the window seat."
"Miss Mason has it now," said Bobby. "She wouldn't give it back."
"But it's mine," wailed Twaddles. "I want it to play with. Make
Meg get it, won't you, Mother?"
"I won't!" announced Meg stubbornly.
"Don't speak that way, Meg," said Mother Blossom gently.
"Twaddles, it seems to me that since the grasshopper got Meg into
such trouble, and you put it in her pocket, that you're the one to
get it back. If you want it badly enough to ask Miss Mason for it,
well and good; otherwise I fear you have lost your grasshopper."
Poor Twaddles knew there was no way out of it. Either he must lose
his beautiful green grasshopper, or else go and ask Miss Mason to
give it to him. Mother Blossom never allowed the children to coax;
when she said a thing she always meant it.
"Will you go ask, Dot?" Twaddles said to his little sister, after
Meg and Bobby had gone back to school.
"I'll go with you," offered Dot "But I won't go all by myself
without any one with me."
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