my window. Wait a minute and we'll peep out."
Dot and Twaddles wouldn't wake up, "not if there was an earthquake," Daddy Blossom sometimes said, but Meg and Bobby were light sleepers and very apt to hear any unusual noise.
Together now they crept over to Meg's window and, raising the screen very softly, peeped out. Something large and dark was moving about on the lawn below.
"I guess it's Mr. Simmonds' bull," suggested Meg.
"Don't you think we ought to go down and drive him off?" asked Bobby, quite as if driving bulls off his aunt's lawn was a nightly task with him. "Or I'll go alone—I'm the man of the house."
As a matter of fact, he was. Aunt Polly and Linda slept in rooms across the hall at the back of the house, and apparently had heard nothing. But Meg had no idea of letting her brother face a bull alone.
"I'm coming, too," she whispered. "Let's put on our shoes—you know how wet the grass is at
