“Yes, they’re too little,” agreed Nina Mills. “You’ll be in Miss Mason’s room. So’m I. I’m in Bobby’s class. Well, I guess I have to go now. Good-by.”
“Good-by,” said the four little Blossoms awkwardly.
“Now hurry up and let’s get our things ’fore any one else comes,” proposed Bobby, who did not like to talk to people he did not know very well. “I’m going to buy this ruler that folds up, Meg.”
Meg was busy trying a key in a pencil box.
“It’s fifty cents and I can’t get anything else, but look at all the things in it,” she said. “Pencils 25 and rubbers and pens. I guess I’ll take this one.”
The twins were examining a box of crayons and Dot was sure that she could learn to write only with the box that held the most colors.
“An’ I want two blotting papers, pink and blue,” she told the good-natured saleswoman. “An’ a pencil with a blue stone in it.”
“I’ll take these chalk ones,” decided Twaddles, choosing a box of soft, chalky crayons. “I’d like a bottle of glue, too, and a red book.”
The red book was a little cash account book such as Twaddles had seen Father Blossom use.
With their parcels neatly tied up, the four little Blossoms started back home, Philip trotting on ahead.