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Page 22
That little speech pleased Jud mightily and pleased Peter Apgar,
too, because, you will remember, Peter was Jud's father.
"You go sight-seeing this minute, Jud," he ordered his tall son.
"Guess I can do the milking on a special morning like this."
So the four little Blossoms and Jud went to pay their respects to
all the dear farm animals the children had known that first summer
they spent on Brookside Farm. Carlotta, the calf given to Meg and
Bobby, had grown to be a beautiful sleek cow and Meg privately
decided she was prettier than any Aunt Polly owned. Jerry and
Terry, the two farm horses, acted as though they remembered the
small visitors; and as for Mrs. Sally Sweet, Aunt Polly's pet
Jersey cow, she came right up to the bars and fairly begged to
have her nose stroked.
"Mother will want to see you," said Jud, when they had made the
rounds of the barns and poultry yards.
Jud was "as nice as ever," Meg said, and the winter he had spent
at an agricultural college had given him more confidence in his
own ability. He was as determined as ever, the children found, to
be a farmer and a good one.
At Mrs. Peter's neat front door they found Mr. Tom Sparks, a man
who sold and bought cattle and who had given Carlotta to Meg and
Bobby. He was surprised and delighted to see the four children
again and said it was just his usual good luck that had made him
drive in that morning; he was going off the next morning on a two
weeks' trip to buy cows.
"I'd almost like to live here," confided Dot to Twaddles as they
went in to breakfast.
CHAPTER IX
ON THE WAY AGAIN
Early the next morning Father Blossom brought the car around and,
amid much hugging and kissing and a few tears, the good-bys were
said. The Blossoms promised that if Aunt Polly and Linda and Jud
did not get to see them while they were on Apple Tree Island, they
would surely stop at Brookside Farm on their way home.
"I wonder how Mr. Harley feels now?" said Meg suddenly, when, the
farm far behind, they were riding swiftly toward Sunset Lake. "I
haven't thought about him all the time we were playing; have you,
Dot?"
"No, I haven't," admitted Dot. "But I'm sorry for him, just the
same. Do you suppose he has found Mrs. Harley?"
"I'm afraid not," answered Father Blossom.
"We will see him to-day, though, and give him what little news
Aunt Polly could tell us of his wife. I am going to Greenpier, the
little town where Chris Smith has his boats. I rather think Mr.
Harley will bunk right there with him. Chris is a bachelor and
will probably be glad to have some one live with him."
Sunset Lake was twenty miles from Aunt Polly's farm, and the
Blossoms arrived there before noon. There was no trouble in
finding Chris Smith's boathouse, for Greenpier was a very small,
shabby town and the large sign "Boats for Hire" was easily the
most conspicuous thing in the place.
"Howdy!" Mr. Harley greeted them, shuffling over the road from the
wharf as Father Blossom honked the horn and brought the car to a
stop. "I'm just back from a trip to the island. Did you see your
sister, Ma'am?"
Mother Blossom told Mr. Harley all that Aunt Polly knew of Mrs.
Harley and all that she had said. He merely nodded his head. Meg
noticed that while he had been neatly dressed when they overtook
him on the road he now wore no tie and in place of a collar a
rather grimy red handkerchief was knotted around his throat.
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