He went through the school yard, down to the end where an old-
fashioned picket fence shut off the playground from a vacant lot
that later would be divided off into the school gardens, a plot
for each grade.

"What you going to do?" asked Tim Roon curiously.

The other children looked mystified, including Meg. She, too,
wondered what Bobby could be planning to do.

"You'll see." Bobby repeated his favorite phrase.

From his blouse he drew a hammer, borrowed from the tool bench in
the Blossom garage, and, awkwardly, for he was not used to the
work, inserted it under the end of a picket. There was a ripping,
grating noise, and the picket parted from the cross-piece.

"Bobby Blossom!" cried Meg. "What in the world are you going to
do?"




CHAPTER III

HOW THE PLAN WORKED


"You'll see," said Bobby with maddening persistency.