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"I should think you would cry," said Meg severely. "I was so
mortified! Can't you go anywhere, Dot, without falling into
something?"
"Don't rub it in," whispered Bobby, feeling sorry for his little
sister. Then he happened to get a good look at Twaddles, who had
been suspiciously quiet ever since Dot's unfortunate accident.
"Twaddles Blossom!" ejaculated Bobby. "What have you sat in?"
Twaddles twisted anxiously, trying to get a look at the back of
his tunic blouse and bloomers.
"Does it show?" he asked uncomfortably. "I thought perhaps it
didn't. I don't know what it is, Bobby--I only sat on that little
box by the pump-thing in the back of the store."
"That's where they fill the kerosene oil cans," Bobby informed
him. "I guess you've gone and soaked up some of the oil. Don't go
near a match or you'll burn up."
This awful prospect alarmed Twaddles beyond words.
"I'll stay out here," he quavered nervously, for by this time the
four little Blossoms had reached their own front lawn. "Mother
might have the fireplace lighted."
Meg and Dot and Bobby were relieved at Twaddles' decision. They
had no wish to see their little brother catch fire, and fire they
always associated with kerosene oil, thanks to Norah's repeated
and solemn warnings.
No one missed Twaddles until they were seated at the table.
"Where's Twaddles?" asked Mother Blossom in some alarm as she
noted his empty chair. "Didn't he go to the store with you,
Bobby?"
"Yes, Mother, he went with us," answered Bobby composedly,
beginning to taste his soup.
"I wonder if he's upstairs washing his hands," went on Mother
Blossom. "Dot, will you run and call him?"
"He isn't upstairs," said Dot quickly.
Mother Blossom stared, bewildered.
"Didn't he come back with you?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, he came back," admitted Bobby. "Didn't he, Meg?"
Meg nodded, but said nothing. All three of the children had a
vague idea that they were doing Twaddles a great kindness. Of
course Mother Blossom would not be pleased to find that he had sat
down in kerosene oil.
"Ralph!" said Mother Blossom in an odd, choked voice. "Oh, Ralph--"
"Bobby, where is Twaddles?" demanded Father Blossom sternly.
"Where did you leave him? Is anything the matter with him?"
"He's outdoors," said Bobby desperately. "I don't think anything
much is the matter with him, Daddy."
"Outdoors?" echoed Mother Blossom in wonder. "Why doesn't he come
in?"
"He can't," said Dot earnestly.
"Why can't he?" asked Father and Mother Blossom in chorus.
Bobby and Meg and Dot saw that they could no longer shield
Twaddles.
"He can't come in," blurted Bobby, "because he sat down where they
fill oil cans in the grocery store and the back of him is all
kerosene oil and he'll catch fire and burn up if he stays in the
house."
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