Geraldine’s head tumbled off!
The four little Blossoms gasped with horror, and even Norah was startled. Then, as Dot’s mouth opened for a loud wail, Meg came to the relief of every one.
“Daddy can mend it, Dot,” she urged earnestly. “See, it is cracked right across and there aren’t any chips out. ’Member how he mended Mother’s china cup and she can wash it in hot water and everything? Can’t she, Norah?”
“Sure then, she can,” said Norah heartily. “Don’t go crying now, Dot; the doll can be 14 mended as fine as ever. Put up the furniture like good children, do. Your mother will be coming home any minute.”
Poor little Dot tried to stop crying, and the four youngsters rather solemnly set about the task of leaving things as they had found them, which, as you know yourself, isn’t half as much fun as getting them out to play with. However, everything was in its place before Mother Blossom came home, and after supper that night Father Blossom put some of his wonderful cement on Geraldine’s neck, and over night her head, as Dot said, “grew on beautifully and tight.”
“I wish we had a cat,” said Meg the next morning, as she and Bobby went out to the garage to carry their dog’s breakfast to him.
Meg had made the same wish nearly every morning for the last year.
“Well, we have a dog,” Bobby pointed out reasonably. “And you know Norah can’t bear cats.”
Philip, the dog, came leaping to meet them, and he was followed by Sam Layton, the man 15 who ran the automobile for the Blossoms and cut the lawn and did all the hundred and one useful jobs that are always waiting to be done.
“Why, Sam!” Meg’s voice rose in a surprised cry. “Why, Sam, what a perfectly lovely cat! Whose is it, and where did it come from? Let me hold her.”