ing on a crate of live chickens. "This is just where farmers drive in with their stuff."
"Let me see the chickens," cried Dot, climbing up beside her brother.
Her elbow knocked his hat, and because he hadn't the elastic under his chin, it went sailing over on to the wharf. One of the men rolling a barrel toward the steamer did not see the hat and calmly rolled his barrel over it.
"Now you've done it!" scolded Meg, in her big-sister anxiety. "That's a fine-looking hat to go to see Aunt Polly in. Hey, please, will you bring it back here with you?"
The man with the barrel heard and turned. He picked up the shapeless broken straw that had been Twaddles' best new hat, and brought it to them, grinning. Several people who had been watching laughed.
"It does look funny, doesn't it?" said Meg. "You'd better go and show it to Mother, Twaddles."
Twaddles went back to Mother Blossom and dangled his hat before her sadly.
"Oh, Twaddles!" she sighed. "Is that your
