“The big boys will have a bonfire on the ice,” said Bobby. “We can warm our hands there, Mother.”
“Don’t go near the fire unless there are older people around,” warned Mother Blossom. “You can’t always tell what a bonfire is going to do, Bobby.”
As soon as Meg and Bobby were out of sight, the twins teased Mother Blossom to tell them what they could do.
“You haven’t played school in a long time,” suggested Mother Blossom. “Or don’t you want to play school during the holidays?”
“We’re tired of playing school,” objected Twaddles.
“You mean you’re tired of the old way you play it,” said Mother Blossom. “I don’t believe you have ever played you were a college professor, have you, Twaddles? Take the old glasses and pretend you’re a professor like the ones who taught Daddy in college.”
“But what’ll I do with Dot?” asked Twaddles anxiously.
“Why, Twaddles Blossom!” Mother Blossom pretended to scold. “Dot will go to college of course. Isn’t she going when she is a big girl? You may be the professor and Dot one of your students.”
“But, Mother, I don’t know how to play college,” said Twaddles. “Dot doesn’t, either. You tell us how.”
Mother Blossom thought a moment. She was used to planning plays for the twins and even Meg and Bobby sometimes came and asked her to tell them “something to play.”