“Fire engines,” he whispered, and went to sleep again.
CHAPTER VI
BOBBY HEARS BAD NEWS
“ANOTHER cup of coffee, please, Norah,” said Father Blossom.
It was breakfast time, and the four little Blossoms had each made a separate trip to the door and back, before taking seats at the table, to see if it “wasn’t going to snow.” Father Blossom had finally said that no one was to open the door again and that he would like to eat breakfast once with his family when he did not feel that he had to hurry.
“Aren’t you going directly to the foundry, then?” asked Mother Blossom, sugaring Dot’s oatmeal for her.
“No, I have an errand in town first,” replied Father Blossom. “By the way, Sam tells me a carpenter shop burned down last night.”
“Mr. H. Bennett’s carpenter shop?” asked Bobby in surprise. Then he flushed a bright red.
“Why, yes, it was Bennett’s,” said Father Blossom, glancing curiously at Bobby. “What do you know about the place, Son?”
“Nothing much,” muttered Bobby. “It’s over by Bertrand’s house.”
“Was it much of a loss, dear?” asked Mother Blossom.