"And shut them in our tent!" finished Bobby and Meg together.
"Put them in your tent?" repeated Aunt Polly. "Do you suppose they are there now?"
Away dashed the children, Aunt Polly after them, around to the side lawn. The tent was just as they had left it, and Meg cautiously unbuttoned the flap. A soft, comfortable little singing sound came out to them.
"Well, I never!" said Aunt Polly helplessly. "What won't you children do next!"
The four little Blossoms ran back to tell Linda that her ducks were safe, and you may be sure she was very glad to hear it. And in the morning they found the biddies and the ducks none the worse for their night in the tent.
Shortly after this, Bobby and Meg were awakened one night by a queer noise outside. Bobby heard it first and came creeping into Meg's room to see if she were awake.
"Meg! Meg!" he whispered, so as not to wake Dot. "Did you hear something?"
"Yes, I did," whispered back Meg. "Under
