"We took Marion a present," he explained serenely. "But I guess her
mother thought it wasn't fair for her to get 'em all. Everybody fished
for something, Daddy."




CHAPTER VIII

DOWN ON THE POND

"A penny for your thoughts, Daughter," said Father Blossom presently.

Meg's lip quivered.

"I want my locket!" she sobbed, hiding her face against her father's
shoulder. "All the girls have lockets and mine was nicer than any of
them."

"Yes, it was," agreed Dot judicially, from her seat on the rug before
the fire. "It had such a cunning snap."

"I don't care about the snap," retorted Meg, sitting up and drying her
eyes on Father's nice big white handkerchief. "The forget-me-nots were
so lovely and besides it was great Aunt Dorothy's."

Father Blossom now proposed a plan.

"I'll advertise for your locket, Meg," he said. "We'll offer a reward,
and perhaps some one will find it. At any rate, it will encourage them