Meg gazed interestedly at the window that looked exactly like all the other windows and yet was different to her because it was a part of the schoolroom she had never seen.
“Is Miss Mason cross, Bobby?” she asked timidly.
“Not always,” said Bobby encouragingly. “Course if you whisper or giggle, or chew chewing gum–––My! how she does hate chewing gum,” he added. “But most times she is nice. And you ought to hear her read stories!”
Miss Mason taught two sections of the first and second years, and so it happened that Meg would be in the same room with Bobby, although this was her first year at school and his second. Last year Meg had gone to a small private kindergarten, but she was very eager to go to what she called a “real school.”
“I think it’s mean we can’t go,” complained Twaddles, scuffing his feet moodily as Bobby 28 and Meg went on ahead. “We wouldn’t hurt their old school!”
“Maybe they’ll be sorry,” said Dot. “Some day they’ll want us to go to school and we won’t!”
Lunch was ready when the four little Blossoms reached home, and after lunch more dresses were waiting for Meg to try on. Miss Florence came and sewed another day, and then, finally, the first morning of the school term arrived.
“I hear this is a very important day,” announced Father Blossom smilingly at breakfast. “Don’t tell me it is a birthday, and I’ve forgotten all about it!”
Meg dimpled.
“’Tisn’t a birthday, Daddy,” she declared.