“My! we forgot these clothes,” said Bobby. “Meg didn’t mean to frighten her. Look at Twaddles––she scared him pretty near stiff yelling like that.”
Mrs. Cook came out to the wagon presently, to tell Peter that she would come the next week. She was a little thin, brown-faced woman, and she was even shyer than Dot, who usually shrank out of sight when there were any strangers around.
“These Miss Polly’s ’lations?” asked Mrs. Cook, twisting her apron nervously.
CHAPTER XIII
LINDA IS UNHAPPY
“Every one of ’em,” announced Peter. “These, ma’am, are the four little Blossoms!”
“We didn’t mean to scare your little girl,” said Meg bravely. “I guess she thought we were Indians. These are just play clothes.”
“Emma Louise scares easy,” said Mrs. Cook. “All my children do.”