playfully. Away ran Poots, her black tail sticking straight up in the air. And after them raced the four little Blossoms, shouting and calling frantically.
Poots ran straight for the front wall and scrambled up it, leaving Spotty to bark wildly on the ground and make futile rushes at the solid wall he couldn't hope to climb. Some of the masonry was loose, and Poots, digging with her sharp claws, sent down a shower of dust into the dog's eyes. He whined, and dug at his eyes with both forepaws. Then he sneezed several times.
"You will chase me, will you?" Poots seemed to say, gazing down at him from her safe position. "The idea!"
"Well, we might as well pick up some of this stuff," said Twaddles, knowing that the fun was over.
"It's cooler—just feel that breeze!" exclaimed Meg. "Let's ask Aunt Polly if we can't go berrying after dinner."
Aunt Polly obligingly said they could, and after dinner the four little Blossoms scrambled
