The four little Blossoms hurried home, for the cold nipped their noses and the tips of Meg's fingers in her spandy new kid gloves.
"I like a party," said Dot suddenly, running to keep up with Bobby, "where you get presents, too."
Father Blossom opened the door for them, and they were glad to see the fire blazing cheerily in the living-room.
"Well, well, how did the party go?" asked Father, pulling off Meg's gloves for her, and drawing her into his lap. "Presents, too? Why, Twaddles, I thought this was Marion's birthday."
Twaddles unscrewed the top of his candy jar and offered Father Blossom a green-colored stick.
"We took Marion a present," he explained serenely. "But I guess her mother thought it wasn't fair for her to get 'em all. Everybody fished for something, Daddy."
CHAPTER VIII
DOWN ON THE POND
"A penny for your thoughts, Daughter," said Father Blossom presently.
Meg's lip quivered.