away, and he drew up a tissue paper parcel that proved to contain a
little glass jar of candy sticks. Twaddles liked them very much.

Meg caught a pretty silk handkerchief, and Dot found a soap bubble set
on the end of her line. Bobby's catch was a box of water-color paints.

After every child had fished and caught something, it was five o'clock
and the party was over. They said good-by to Marion and her mother,
and told them they had had the nicest time, which was certainly true.

"My, but isn't it cold!" exclaimed Mrs. Green, as she held open the
door for a group of the party guests to go out. "We'll have skating
next week if this weather keeps up."

The four little Blossoms hurried home, for the cold nipped their noses
and the tips of Meg's fingers in her spandy new kid gloves.

"I like a party," said Dot suddenly, running to keep up with Bobby,
"where you get presents, too."

Father Blossom opened the door for them, and they were glad to see the
fire blazing cheerily in the living-room.

"Well, well, how did the party go?" asked Father, pulling off Meg's
gloves for her, and drawing her into his lap. "Presents, too? Why,
Twaddles, I thought this was Marion's birthday."

Twaddles unscrewed the top of his candy jar and offered Father Blossom
a green-colored stick.