Twaddles, he's coming. He wants to take the kiddie car."
"I told you so," scolded Bobby. "I never went uptown in my life all you children didn't want to tag along. You've got grease on your dress, Dot."
"Sam was cleaning the car," said Dot serenely. "I guess I brushed against the grease can. It won't show when I'm sitting down. There's Twaddles."
Bumping its way over the green grass came a kiddie car with a small boy astride it.
"I'm all ready," he beamed. "Come on, Bobby."
"You can't take that kiddie car," announced Bobby firmly. "Mother said this letter was to go in the four o'clock mail and we've got to hurry. If you and Dot want to go, you'll have to walk fast."
Twaddles usually minded Bobby. He promptly surrendered the kiddie car and continued to smile pleasantly.
The four Blossoms trudged briskly along. If you had ever lived in Oak Hill you would have
