“Yes, he’s the carpenter,” replied Bertrand, “and he has men who go out and work for him. He lives up near the school.”
“Oh, yes, I know that man,” said Palmer.
Bobby thought it must be nearly twelve o’clock and when Bertrand ran into his house to look at the clock, he called back to the rest that it was quarter of twelve. So they scattered to go home for lunch and there was of course no more football game.
Luncheon was ready when Bobby reached home and oddly enough he did not speak of the morning’s experience. Mother Blossom asked him if the boys had played football, and Bobby answered yes, but he did not say anything about the game. Usually he liked to tell about his fun and the twins depended on their older brother to give them new ideas for playing.
“Sam says he’s going over to Clayton, and he’ll come home by the foundry and get Daddy and if you say so we may go with him,” cried Meg, running in from the garage where she had taken Annabel Lee and Philip their dinners. “Please, Mother, you want us to go, don’t you?”
“Oh, Mother, let us!” cried the twins.
“I suppose as it is holiday time and you may not have the opportunity again soon, you’ll have to go,” said Mother Blossom. “Be sure you wear your sweaters under your coats, and don’t bother Sam with too many questions and too much chatter.”
“Oh, goody!” cried the twins, and the children all clattered out of the room to prepare for their trip.
The four little Blossoms had their drive to Clayton and came home with Father Blossom just in time for dinner. The long ride in the cold air made them sleepy and they were glad to go to bed earlier than usual.
In the middle of the night, when it was dark and still and very cold, something woke Bobby. He sat up in bed and listened, then snuggled down under the blankets, for a chilly wind blew in at the window.