dles the last morning of their visit, as Mother Blossom was buttoning Dot into a clean frock and Aunt Polly was on her knees locking the trunks.
"I s'pect I shall," said Aunt Polly, tears in her kind eyes.
This was too much for Twaddles.
"You come and stay at our house," he told her earnestly. "And you can come and visit school."
For the twins still insisted they were going to school.
Aunt Polly promised that she would come to see them some time during the winter and that she wouldn't cry any more but just remember the nice times they had had together that summer.
"And if you go to school, you'll learn to write, and then I shall look for letters," she said seriously.
So the four little Blossoms started home for Oak Hill and found a Daddy Blossom there very glad to see them, as well as Norah and Sam and Philip, who, as Meg observed, had "grown considerable." He wasn't lame any more, either.
