“That’s my sister,” he informed her.
Rufus Hornbeck and two others of the committee had to make rather long, tiresome speeches, and when that was over the audience joined in singing “My Country, ’tis of thee,” and the exercises were over.
“Oh, look!” exclaimed Bobby, as they opened the school door and stepped out into the street.
It was almost dark, for the days were fast shortening, and a fine, light snow was falling softly. Already the ground and walks were white, and the fences were taking queer shapes.
“Snow!” chorused the four little Blossoms in 181 ecstasy. “Let’s ask Sam to mend the sleds to-night.”
The snow fell all that night and all the next day and people said it was an old-fashioned white Thanksgiving. An old-fashioned white winter it proved to be, too, and if you want to hear what fun the four little Blossoms had playing in the white snow, you will have to read the next book about them, called “Four Little Blossoms and Their Winter Fun.”
“If we only had new sleds,” sighed Bobby. The sleds they had were somewhat old and broken.
“We might get new ones,” said Meg hopefully.
“I’m going to learn to skate this winter,” remarked Twaddles.
“So am I,” added his twin.