a clean blouse for supper.

"Why, it's months too early for grasshoppers," said Meg
scornfully. "They never come till it's hot in the summertime. How
can you be so silly, Twaddles?"

"Huh!" was the best response Twaddles could make to this remark,
but when he was ready to go downstairs he slipped into Meg's room.
Her blue serge skirt and a fresh middy blouse lay over a chair and
Twaddles knew she would wear them to school the next day. With a
quick glance toward the door he slipped something into the pocket
of the blouse, which was stitched into the turned up hem.

"Twaddles!" called Dot. "Twaddles! Hurry up. Mother says she wants
to tell us something. Come on down."

Mother Blossom was smiling as though something pleased her very
much.

"Come into the living-room, children," she said, as the four
little Blossoms came running downstairs. "Daddy has telephoned
that he won't be home to supper and we may take a few minutes to
hear my news. Do you think you would like to go to Apple Tree
Island?"

"Apple Tree Island?" repeated Twaddles, who never could keep
still. "Is it a place, Mother?"

"A beautiful place, darling," she assured him. "It has green grass
and gray rocks and crooked old apple trees and is set down in the