plan because of the fact that school would still be in session
when the Blossoms started.

"Why, my dear little son, what a notion!" cried Mother Blossom,
kissing him warmly. "As if we could be happy two seconds without
you and Meg! Daddy and I talked it over, and we decided, before I
told you children of the plan, that if we had to go before school
closed it wouldn't be such a serious matter, because you both have
had excellent reports and the last school month is given over to
review work. If you and Meg have been attentive throughout the
term, and Miss Mason says you have, you can afford to miss a few
weeks."

Bobby was immensely relieved and looked over at Meg to see if she
did not share his pleasure. Meg, however, was scowling at
Twaddles, who seemed decidedly uncomfortable.

"Mother!" Meg had been waiting for her mother's attention.
"Mother, you ought to see what Twaddles did to me this morning."

Bobby suddenly snickered.

"Oh, Mother," he giggled, "it was the funniest thing you ever saw!
It hopped right across Bertrand Ashe's foot and Meg went to pick
it up and it went, plop! into Palmer Davis's inkwell. Miss Mason
thought Meg did it on purpose."

"What hopped?" asked Mother Blossom, mystified. "And Meg, why are
you frowning so at poor Twaddles?"