and at supper every one was careful not to mention the lost locket.
Meg wasn't scolded any more, but every time she saw the empty blue
velvet box in her bureau drawer she was reminded of her carelessness.
Aunt Polly said nothing at all, but Meg wondered if she was sorry she
had given it to such a heedless girl. Meg thought a good deal about
the many "oldest daughters" who had kept the locket safely for her.

"We'll go and look for it after school," Bobby promised the next day;
and though they did, they found no trace of it.

That night it snowed again, and Sam and Philip--Philip always assisted
at cleaning the walks--had their work to do over again.

"Sleigh bells!" exclaimed Bobby, as the children were in the hall
putting on their things for the walk to school. "Some one's calling."

He ran to look out of the dining-room window.

"Mother, it's the feed-store man," he shouted. "He's got a sleigh.
Can we go?"

Mother Blossom stepped to the door. The "feed-store man" was Mr.
Wright, and the four little Blossoms knew him very well.

"Morning!" They heard him greet Mother Blossom. "Nice winter weather
we're having. Anybody going to school this morning? I'm driving
around that way."

Meg and Bobby danced out on the front porch.