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Page 11
So it happened that Miss Mason was much surprised to receive a
visit that afternoon a few minutes after she had dismissed her
class. She had met Twaddles and Dot before, when they had paid
their first visit to the school, and she remembered them at once.
"I'm very glad to see you," she assured them. "Won't you come in
and sit down? Meg and Bobby have been telling me about Apple Tree
Island."
"Yes, I guess we're going," murmured Twaddles, his eyes fixed in
fascination on his mechanical grasshopper reposing on the top of
the teacher's desk.
"Will Norah and Annabel Lee and Philip go with you?" asked Miss
Mason, who knew all about the Blossom family and their pets.
"I don't know about Norah and Annabel Lee," returned Dot politely,
"but Sam Layton took Philip to Canada with him; he was really like
Sam's own dog 'cause he mostly fed him. Of course," she added,
"that makes Twaddles very lonesome."
"Yes?" said Miss Mason, as though she did not quite understand.
"You see," explained Dot bravely, "now he hasn't any dog or any
grasshopper!"
Miss Mason stared at the little girl for a moment. Then she leaned
back in her chair and laughed.
"Is that your grasshopper, Twaddles?" she asked merrily. "What was
it doing, then, in Meg's pocket?"
Miss Mason had at first refused to use any nicknames in her class
and she had insisted on calling Bobby and Meg by their true names,
"Robert" and "Margaret." As for Twaddles and Dot, the teacher had
declared that never, never, could she consent to calling children
by such "queer" names. But, after a while, she had grown used to
the queer names and, like every one else in Oak Hill, forgot that
the four little Blossoms had any others.
Dot sensibly thought that Twaddle should make his own explanation,
and that small boy did, rather shamefacedly. Miss Mason gave him
his grasshopper and advised him not to play tricks on his sister
again.
"I won't," promised Twaddles earnestly, "at least, not pocket
ones."
Down in the hall, on their way out, Twaddles and Dot met Mr.
Carter, who also remembered them from their earlier visit. He
shook hands with them and very naturally asked them what brought
them to school.
"Meg and Bobby went home at least half an hour ago," he said
kindly.
"We came for my grasshopper," explained Twaddles, and that brought
out the whole story.
"Dot," remarked Twaddles thoughtfully when they were walking home,
"it wouldn't be so bad being bad if you didn't have to tell about
it, would it?"
Dot understood at once.
"N--o," she drawled slowly. "But we'd feel worse if we never did
tell."
Twaddles was so glad to get his grasshopper back that he made it
hop all the way home. And at home the twins found Miss Florence,
the Oak Hill dressmaker, talking with Mother Blossom.
"I'll come to-morrow, then," Miss Florence was saying as Dot and
Twaddles came up the path. "Here's Dot now. Come here, child,
while I measure your skirt. Did you know you were going to have a
new dress to wear to Apple Tree Island?"
"I hope it's pink," said Dot with interest. "Pink with a white
organdie sash. And I can wear my white shoes and stockings."
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