That was Miss Mason’s way of telling Bobby that she understood why he had been cross and that she knew he did not mean to be rude. Bobby’s own sunny smile answered her and he began to feel better directly. By the time he reached home he had almost forgotten the piece of coal.
“No more school for two weeks!” he shouted, prancing into the kitchen where Mother Blossom and Norah were.
“It’s snowing! It’s snowing!” shrieked the twins, tumbling up the back steps and bursting into the kitchen like two small whirlwinds. “There’s going to be snow on Christmas!”
As soon as lunch was over, the four little Blossoms went out to play in the snow and they spent the time till dinner teaching Philip to pull the sled. The dog didn’t like it very well, but the children had glorious fun and came in with such red cheeks and such appetites that Father Blossom declared he was almost tempted to go out and play in the snow himself.
“And now we’re going shopping!” announced Twaddles the next morning. “We have ever so much money, haven’t we, Meg?”
“Is Meg the banker?” asked Father Blossom.
“She carries the money,” explained Twaddles. “Dot has twenty-five cents and I have twenty, and Meg has forty and Bobby has—how much have you, Bobby?”
“Fifty cents,” said Bobby. “I saved it.”
“I could have earned ’bout fifty dollars, if Mother would let me,” sighed Dot. “But she wouldn’t.”
“Why, Dot, dear, what are you talking about?” asked Mother Blossom, puzzled. “How could a little girl like you earn money?”