“Oh, I’ll lend her something,” smiled Aunt Polly.
The children laughed at the idea of Auntie lending any dress of hers to small Dot.
“We’ll fix it somehow,” declared Aunt Polly comfortably. “I simply have to have those youngsters for a visit at Brookside. We’re all getting so fat and lazy with no one to stir us up. Even the dog and cat need rousing.”
“We have a dog, Aunt Polly,” announced Meg, her eyes shining. “His name is Philip.”
Before she had a chance to describe Philip the car reached the Blossom house and stopped at the side door.
“Here I am again, Norah,” said Aunt Polly, as Norah came out to receive her.
“And ’tis glad I am to see ye, Mrs. Hayward,” responded Norah heartily. “I’ll take the bags, Sam. The guest room’s all ready, ma’am.”
The four children went as far as the guest-room 28 door with Aunt Polly, and then Mother Blossom waved them back.
“Auntie and I have a great deal to talk over,” she said. “You run away and amuse yourselves till lunch time, like good little Blossoms.”
“Wait till I give them what I’ve brought them,” hastily interposed Aunt Polly. “Bobby, you open that black bag and the four parcels on top are for you children.”