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after Twaddles they will play with it until dark. Let Meg go. Tell Twaddles,
dear, that he is to come immediately. And don't let him forget the
handkerchief."
Meg ran all the way to where Twaddles sat on a stone blissfully engrossed with
something in the roadway.
"Mother says to come this minute," she commanded. "What you got, Twaddles?"
"There! you've scared it," said Twaddles regretfully. "It was a dear little
snake. All right, I'm coming. I was all ready to start when you came."
After this delay the trip went smoothly, and Father Blossom declared that he was
pleased with the new car. They reached the broad, level lake road and drove for
several miles along it until Mother Blossom said that if they were not to keep
Norah's supper waiting, they must turn back.
"Want to get out, Meg?" Father Blossom asked his little daughter gently.
Meg was always afraid when it was necessary to turn a car. She usually got out
when Sam Layton, the Blossom's former chauffeur, backed their car or found a
turn necessary. Now, however, she shook her head. Meg was learning, too.
Father Blossom carefully swung the heavy car around and was ready to send it
ahead toward home when suddenly the wheel seemed to take matters into its own
handЧif a steering wheel can do such a thing. Anyway, with a sudden lurch and a
bound the car plunged directly into a heavy screen of brushwood that bordered
one side of the road!
CHAPTER II. BOBBY HAS A PLAN
Twaddles was the first to speak. The plunge had been so unexpected and there had
been so little warning, none at all, in fact, that if any one had been inclined
to scream there was no opportunity. They were all breathless and rather shaken
up. But Twaddles, who had thrown his arms around Bobby's neck, managed to grin.
"Well, what do you know about that!" he ejaculated in his funny, serious little
voice.
That made them all laugh, and then Father Blossom began to ask anxiously if any
one was hurt.
"No one, thank goodness," Mother Blossom assured him, opening the tonneau door
so that Meg and Dot might step out. "You haven't cut your hand, Ralph?"
"Just a scratch," answered Father Blossom carelessly. "I bore down pretty hard
on the wheel rim. Well, I'm thankful we didn't turn over. What do you suppose
was the reason for this running jump?"
The four little Blossoms were out on the ground now, picking their way
carefully, for they were surrounded by clumps of prickly bushes. Mother Blossom
joined Father Blossom, who was anxiously inspecting the car.
"It's wedged in so tightly I'll never be able to back it out," he said. "Only
see, Margaret, how neatly it has slipped in between these three saplings. If I
had tried that stunt I couldn't have made it once in fifty chances."
Meg and Dot and Twaddles and Bobby crowded closer to look. Perhaps this is a
good time to tell you who the four little Blossoms were, if you have never met
them before.
You have guessed, of course, that they had other and longer names. Meg was named
for her mother, Margaret; Bobby was Robert Hayward Blossom on the school roll;
the twins (they were four years old) were Dorothy Anna and Arthur Gifford
Blossom, but no one ever thought of calling the roly-poly dark-eyed pair
anything but Dot and Twaddles.
If you have read the first book of this series, "Four Little Blossoms at