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Mother Blossom looked at Father Blossom, who sat perfectly still
for a moment. Then he put back his head and shouted. He laughed
until the tears ran down his face and Norah came in to see what
the matter was.
"Don't laugh," urged Mother Blossom. "Go and bring the poor child
in, Ralph."
"In a minute," Father Blossom promised. "I want to get this
straight first. Do you mean to tell me, Bobby, that you left
Twaddles outdoors because you were afraid he would catch fire? How
long did you expect him to stay there?"
"Well, we didn't know," admitted Bobby lamely. "I guess it will
wear off by morning."
Father Blossom wiped his eyes and laid down his napkin.
"I'll go and get him," he said, rising. "Mother, I begin to think
an island is the only place for a family such as ours. There's one
thing I don't suppose occurred to you, Bobby."
"What, Daddy?" asked Bobby seriously.
"That Twaddles might have taken off his oil-soaked suit," replied
Father Blossom, going to the rescue of the lonely and hungry
little fellow.
Meg and Bobby and Dot looked at each other.
"I never thought of that," confessed Bobby.
CHAPTER VII
BEGINNING THE JOURNEY
"There's Tim Roon! Wave to him, Bobby," cried Meg.
"Doesn't Marion Green look funny before she knows you?" commented
Dot.
The car with Mother and Father Blossom and the four little
Blossoms and their suitcases and rugs and shawls and long and
short coats, had whirled past Marion Green so rapidly that she had
not guessed who the people were until they were almost around the
corner, though she waved to them in answer to their call.
For the time at last had come to start for Apple Tree Island, and
this morning the Blossoms were actually on their way. Norah's
sister had come to stay with her and Annabel Lee, so Mother
Blossom had been spared the work and trouble of closing the house.
Meg and Bobby had been promised that 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 no bird, and, as Bobby pointed out to Twaddles, he would not
be able to catch a bird if he tried, and if he did catch one, said
Bobby, it would be against the law for him to keep it. He would
have to let it go as he had the robin. But Twaddles was firm in
his resolve to carry the empty cage.
"Miss Florence's canary bird died," he explained to Father
Blossom. "And it makes her cry to see the cage; so she gave it to
me. I think it is very nice and you never can tell when it will be
useful!"
It was over seventy miles to Apple Tree Island from Oak Hill,
quite too long a trip for the children to make without a break.
This was partly the reason Father Blossom planned to stop at
Brookside Farm. The real reason, of course, was Aunt Polly.
"When do we go on the boat?" asked Dot, soon after they had left
Oak Hill and were running smoothly along the State highway which
the interurban trolley line followed for some distance. Dot
remembered the trip on the boat to Aunt Polly's, and she had
reason to, as you will recall if you have read of that memorable
visit.
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