“What you going to call her?” he asked curiously.
Bobby looked at Meg.
“You name her,” he suggested.
“All right. Let’s call her Carlotta,” said Meg promptly. “I think that is the loveliest name.” So Carlotta the calf was named.
Carlotta did not seem to mind at all when her friends and relatives were driven off by Mr. Sparks. Apparently she liked Brookside farm and was glad she was going to live there.
“Thank you ever so much, Mr. Sparks,” said Meg and Bobby for the twentieth time, as he drove out of the gateway after his recovered property.
A day or two after the finding of the calves Aunt Polly came out on the porch where the children were cutting up an old fashion magazine for paper dolls, and sat down in the porch swing with her mending basket.
“Do you know, honeys,” she began, “if we 135 don’t have our picnic pretty soon, vacation is going to be over. Though what I am to do this long cold winter without any children in my house I don’t see.”
“Bobby and I have to go to school,” said Meg. “But Dot and Twaddles could stay.”
“We’re going to school, too,” declared Dot, with such a positive snap of her blunt scissors that she snipped off a paper doll’s head.