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Page 39
Mother Blossom had to laugh.
"Every one of you sit down and wait until I see what this is Bobby
has found," she commanded. "You are all so excited, I can not half
understand what you are trying to tell me. Did you find the cups,
too?"
Bobby nodded.
Mother Blossom took the sheets of paper and the children waited as
patiently as they could while she read them. When she put them
down her eyes were shining.
"This is wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Bobby, my precious, you don't
know what you have done. This is not one letter, but three, and
written by an uncle and aunt of Mrs. Harley's living in a town
called Cordova. It is in Oklahoma. They ask Mrs. Harley to bring
the children and come out there to live with them, and I shouldn't
be surprised if she had gone there. We must get these letters to
Mr. Harley right away."
"Captain Jenks won't be here till this afternoon and Daddy's
coming with him," said Bobby. "Let me row you over, Mother?"
"I'm afraid you and I will have to go," answered Mother Blossom.
"Chicks, if Daddy were here, you all should go; but I know Meg and
the twins will wait patiently for us and we will hurry back and
tell you exactly what Mr. Harley says and what he thinks he had
better do."
Meg and Twaddles and Dot wanted to go dreadfully, but they knew
that five could not go in one boat and neither Meg nor Bobby could
row well enough to manage a boat alone. So the three left behind
waited with the best grace they could until Mother Blossom and
Bobby came back. They brought Father Blossom and the fireworks
with them.
"Did you see Mr. Harley?" was Meg's first question. "Was he glad?
Is he going to Oklahoma?"
"Let me fasten the boat," pleaded Father Blossom. "If our boats
drift away some fine night we would be in a pretty fix. Yes,
Daughter, we saw Mr. Harley and gave him the letters. He has
telegraphed to Cordova, and as soon as he receives a reply he has
promised to come over and let us know."
"How long does it take to telegraph to Cordova?" Twaddles wanted
to know.
Father Blossom laughed as he gathered up his packages of
fireworks.
"I knew that would be the next question," he said. "Why, Son, it
takes several hours; it may be night, it may be to-morrow morning,
before we hear from Mr. Harley."
"Did the mugs belong to his little boys?" asked Dot, skipping
beside her father on the way to the bungalow. "Was he glad to get
'em, Daddy?"
"Very glad," answered Father Blossom. "The little silver mugs were
given to the children by the Greenpier minister when they were
christened."
Throughout the afternoon the children talked of little else than
the Harley family. Mr. Harley had asked Father Blossom to search
the brick-lined hole between the two rocks, thinking perhaps there
might be something else hidden there. He himself was unwilling to
leave Greenpier until an answer to his telegram had been received,
even though he knew it could not come very soon.
Father Blossom searched carefully, but there was nothing else in
the hole.
Mr. Harley did not come that afternoon, but the next morning the
Blossoms had just finished breakfast when he knocked at the door.
But such a changed Mr. Harley!
His eyes were bright and clear, and his face was beaming with
happiness. He wore a new suit of clothes and a new hat and was
freshly shaved. The Blossoms knew instantly that he had had good
news.
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