Bobby spied the other house and Meg saw the home for the birds, just as people always see whatever they are most interested in first.
"Flowers!" said Dot.
She had seen the hollyhocks that stood up straight and tall against the fence that shut off the back of Aunt Polly's house.
Peter Apgar had come up to take the car and perhaps to see the new arrivals. The four little Blossoms liked him at once, and when he spoke in a soft, lazy drawl that was good-nature itself they knew he was going to be a good friend.
"Can't say you're lonesome now, Miss Polly," he chuckled pleasantly. He always called her Miss Polly, never Mrs. Hayward. "And I guess Jud is as good as useless to me the rest of the summer. What these youngsters don't think up to do, he will," the farmer added, with a broad grin.
