Bobby was too surprised to argue, and just then Mother Blossom called to them that Sam was coming back with the car and they hurried out to see who could go to the station.
“Aunt Polly will like to see us,” declared Dot confidently. “And this dress is just as clean, Mother. There’s only a tiny speck of egg on a tuck––it doesn’t show a bit.”
Mother Blossom sat down on the top step and pulled Dot into her lap.
“It’s a duck of a clean frock,” she assured her 25 small daughter, kissing her. “And do you know there’s just one way to avoid disappointment, and we’ll take it; we’ll all go to meet Aunt Polly. If she has any bundles, she’ll just have to leave them, or Sam can tie them on behind.”
Sam grinned.
When they reached the station Mother Blossom announced that the children were to stay quietly in the car while she went around to the front platform to meet Aunt Polly.
“Do you suppose she’ll bring us anything?” asked Twaddles hopefully, as Mother Blossom disappeared around the corner of the ticket window.
“That isn’t polite,” reproved Meg quickly. “You must be glad to see company whether they bring you things or not.”
“There she is!” Dot stood up in the car and pointed. “Aunt Polly!”
“Aunt Polly!” shouted the three other little Blossoms loudly.