“You saw the letter come,” laughed Mother Blossom. “Well, I’ll have to help you this much––we are going to have company.”
“I know,” cried Meg, almost choking over 129 her pudding. “I know! Aunt Polly’s coming! Oh, goody!”
“Is she, Mother?” asked Bobby delightedly. “Honest? When? Soon? Can we go to meet her?”
“Yes, she’s coming,” replied Mother Blossom. “Not right away. About a week before Thanksgiving, she says, and then she’ll stay over the holiday.”
“Oh, that’s ever so far off,” objected Twaddles. “I thought maybe she’d come to-morrow or to-day.”
Mother Blossom smiled.
“Thanksgiving is only about three weeks off,” she reminded him. “Aunt Polly will be here in less than two weeks. And Meg and Bobby have to begin to practice their Thanksgiving pieces soon, don’t you, children?”
“Miss Mason’s going to give ’em out this afternoon,” replied Bobby. “Say, Mother, do I have to learn a piece? Girls like to wear fussy clothes and get up on the platform and speak or sing, but I feel awful.”
“Well, that will be for your teacher to say,” 130 returned Mother Blossom. “I don’t suppose either you or Meg will have to learn very long poems. And think, dear, wouldn’t you like to have a part in the exercises when Aunt Polly will be here to see you?”
Bobby hadn’t thought of that. Perhaps he would like to have Aunt Polly hear him recite something.