Produced by Al Haines
FOUR LITTLE BLOSSOMS AND THEIR WINTER FUN
BY
MABEL C. HAWLEY
AUTHOR OF "FOUR LITTLE BLOSSOMS AT BROOKSIDE FARM," "FOUR LITTLEBLOSSOMS AT OAK HILL SCHOOL," ETC.
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY
Akron, Ohio New York
Copyright MCMXX
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY
Four Little Blossoms and Their Winter Fun
Made in the United States of America
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I THE FIRST SNOW-STORM II BOBBY IS RESCUED III AUNT DOROTHY'S LOCKET IV WHEN THE BOBSLED UPSET V MEG IN TROUBLE VI THE ORANGE AND THE BLACK VII A BIRTHDAY PARTY VIII DOWN ON THE POND IX A NEW KIND OF JAM X WORKING FOR THE FAIR XI BOBBY'S MEANEST DAY XII BUILDING A SNOW MAN XIII THE TWINS HAVE A SECRET XIV LOST IN THE STORM XV GREAT PREPARATIONS XVI OVER THE CROSS ROAD XVII MR. MENDAM XVIII AT LAST THE FAIR
FOUR LITTLE BLOSSOMS AND THEIR WINTER FUN
CHAPTER I
THE FIRST SNOW-STORM
"Where's Mother?" Meg and Bobby Blossom demanded the moment they openedthe front door.
It was the first question they always asked when they came home fromschool.
Twaddles, their little brother, looked up at them serenely from thesofa cushion on which he sat cross-legged on the floor at the foot ofthe hall stairs.
"Mother and Aunt Polly went uptown," he informed his brother andsister. "They're going to bring us something nice. They promised."
Meg pulled off her hat and unbuttoned her coat.
"I'm starving," she announced. "It's awfully cold out. What are youdoing anyway, Twaddles?"
"Sliding down the banisters," answered Twaddles calmly. "See, wespread down sofa cushions so 's we wouldn't hurt ourselves. It's Dot'sturn now. Hi, Dot!" he ended in a shout.
"Here I come—look out!" With a swish of pink gingham skirt a small,plump little girl came flying down the banister to land luckily on ared satin sofa cushion ready to receive her.
"Well, I must say," announced Meg with dignity, "that's a fine way todo—using Mother's best sofa cushions! Where's Norah?"
"Gone to the movies," replied Dot, pushing the hair out of her eyes andsmiling sunnily. "She waited till she saw you turn the corner, 'causeshe said she wouldn't leave us alone."
Twaddles, who had been pressing his short nose against the glass in thedoor panel hoping to see his mother coming with the promised gift,suddenly wheeled and tried to stand on his head. That was Twaddles'way of expressing delight. "It's snowing!" he cried. "Little finesnowflakes, the kind that Daddy says always last. Oh, I hope we havecoasting. I'll bet it snows all night."
"You said that Thanksgiving," retorted Bobby gloomily, "and it justsnowed enough to cover the ground one night and melted 'fore we were upthe next morning. And here it is January, and it hasn't snowed since."
"'Sides the sled is busted," agreed Twaddles mournfully, quite willingto be melancholy if some one would show him the way. "Even if it didsnow, we couldn't have any