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Page 37
When the table was ready Meg ran out for some red clover and tall
grasses for a bouquet and Bobby followed her, leaving Dot and
Twaddles alone.
"I think we ought to have some jelly on the table, don't you?"
said Dot. "We never have enough jelly. Mother likes currant."
"You get it, and I'll open it," promised Twaddles. "Bobby never
lets me have the can opener."
Dot got a chair and climbed up on it. She was just able to reach
the shelf in the closet where the tumblers of jelly were kept. She
knew that currant jelly was red and she handed down a ruby red
glass to the waiting Twaddles.
"Don't cut yourself," she admonished him as he punched the can
opener into the tin lid.
Twaddles and Dot did not know that jelly tumblers are not opened
with can openers. Mother Blossom and Norah always pried off the
tin lids and used them the next year for other glasses.
"Oh, gee, there's a lot of wax on top," Twaddles reported when he
had torn a jagged hole in the lid and found the jelly was
protected with a layer of paraffin. "How'll I get that off?"
"Take a fork," advised Dot. "Here--I'll show you."
She seized a fork and jammed it into the paraffin. Bits of wax and
jelly flew from the glass, splashing Twaddles' clean blouse and
plentifully decorating Dot's white apron.
"Mother's coming!" cried Meg, rushing into the kitchen with her
flowers. Then she stopped. "Dot Blossom, look what you're done!"
she wailed.
Well, there was not much use in scolding, after it was done, and
Daddy and Mother Blossom said that since the twins had been so
good about helping to get lunch, that they should not be punished
beyond having to go without any jelly for that meal.
Of course the four little Blossoms had a great deal to tell about
the children they had helped Captain Jenks to rescue from Kidd's
Island. Daddy and Mother Blossom had seen the captain in Greenpier
and already knew of the rescue, but did not know many of the
details that the children now gave them.
"We saw Mr. Harley," said Mother Blossom, bringing out her darning
basket after lunch to one of the pretty trees where the family
were fond of sitting.
"I wish he could find Mrs. Harley," grieved Meg. "Yesterday, when
we were playing at Mr. Harley's house, we found a little hobby
horse, that must have belonged to one of the boys. I s'pose there
wasn't room for it in the trunk."
"I don't think poor Mrs. Harley packed a trunk," sighed Mother
Blossom. "Mr. Harley says he believes she walked out of the house
and took nothing with her except the clothes she wore. She had a
suitcase of things for the children, Polly said, and that was
all."
"Well, if that's the case, it's funny we can't find a clue,"
remarked Daddy Blossom. "I've looked, and I know Dick has looked,
everywhere for some kind of note or even a letter she might have
left. There isn't a scrap to build on."
A few days after this Daddy Blossom announced that he was going to
Greenpier on important business.
"I know, Daddy," shouted Twaddles. "Fireworks for the Fourth of
July."
Father Blossom was going over on the morning boat to do his
shopping, and soon after he had gone down to the wharf the four
little Blossoms decided to go to "Mr. Harley's house" to play.
Mother Blossom, who was writing a long letter to Aunt Polly, was
willing, and the four trotted off down the little path their own
feet had worn.
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