Meg and Bobby were home from school before the twins arrived and the family were just sitting down to lunch. They had explained to their mother and their Aunt Polly that Miss Mason had put off the practicing of the Thanksgiving songs until the next day.
“So we ate the lunch that Norah put up for us at recess, Mother; and we can eat the regular lunch now,” said Meg.
“The kittens are one short,” said Bobby as 166 soon as the twins came in sight. “Meg and I went out and counted them.”
“Where have you children been all the morning?” Mother Blossom asked Dot and Twaddles. “You look excited, too. Is anything the matter?”
The twins were bursting with news––any one could see that.
“All you have to do, Meg,” Twaddles informed her casually, “is to deliver the kittens; we have it all fixed.”
“Deliver them? Deliver them where?” said Meg, staring.
“Oh, around,” Twaddles returned airily. “Dot and I have been out and found homes for them all.”
“Not the whole seven?” said Bobby, staring in turn. “Seven homes, Twaddles? Who wants seven kittens?”
Mother Blossom looked at Aunt Polly and laughed.