dresses too fast, and Aunt Polly won't have any to put on me. But you could lend me yours, Meg."
"No, I don't believe that's the reason," said Meg slowly. "I tell you what I think—I think Mother and Daddy have to plan a lot before they know whether we can go. But you ought to be more careful with your dresses, Dot."
The next morning Mother Blossom announced that if the children would come out on the porch she had something to tell them. There was a general stampede from the breakfast table—Father Blossom had had an early breakfast and had gone before the others were down—and Aunt Polly in the swing and Mother Blossom in a huge rocking-chair were nearly smothered in a shower of kisses.
"Are we going to Brookside?"
"Are we going home with Aunt Polly?"
"Can I learn to milk a cow?"
"Do you have chickens, Aunt Polly?"
Four little voices chorused at once.
"Dear, dear," chuckled Aunt Polly. "So you've been thinking about Brookside all this
