Father Blossom was playing the mechanical piano, but he stopped as soon as he saw them.
"Everybody here to-night?" he asked. "Well, that is fine! Come on, Dottie-mine, and Daddy will tie your bib for you."
The twins did not always have supper with Mother and Father Blossom. Sometimes they had their bread and milk at five o'clock and went to bed at half-past six. It was a treat for them to eat supper with their father.
Mother Blossom smiled at the eager faces.
"We've company coming," she announced. "Some one you love to have visit us."
"When are they coming?" asked Meg.
"To-morrow," answered Mother Blossom. "If I hadn't asked Bobby for the mail, we might have been in a great pickle. She's coming on the nine-fifty-six to-morrow morning."
"Aunt Polly!" shouted the four little Blossoms.
"Is it Aunt Polly, Mother?"
"How long will she stay?"
"Can we go to meet her?"
"Will she bring a trunk?"
