Four Little Blossoms at Oak Hill School   By: Mabel C. Hawley

by

MABEL C. HAWLEY

Author of "Four Little Blossoms at Brookside Farm," "Four Little Blossoms and Their Winter Fun," Etc.

[Illustration: The little Blossoms were enthralled by the antics of the clever beasts and performers. (Page 119).]

The Saalfield Publishing Company Akron, Ohio New York

Copyright MCMXX The Saalfield Publishing Company

Four Little Blossoms at Oak Hill School

Made in the United States of America

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE I. The House That Bobby Built 7 II. School Supplies 17 III. Starting School 26 IV. The Dead Snake 35 V. Another Schoolroom 45 VI. An Unpleasant Meeting 54 VII. A Hard Lesson 64 VIII. The Spoiled Book 73 IX. Bobby in Trouble 83 X. Sent to the Office 92 XI. Old Hornbeck's Picture 102 XIII. A Monkey Hunt 121 XIV. Aunt Polly Arrives 131 XV. Mr. Fritz's Kittens 141 XVI. What Twaddles Thought About 151 XVII. Miss Alder's House 161 XVIII. Tim Roon Is Found Out 172

FOUR LITTLE BLOSSOMS AT OAK HILL SCHOOL

CHAPTER I

THE HOUSE THAT BOBBY BUILT

"Let's make a bay window for the front," suggested Bobby, dragging up a rocking chair and tumbling his younger brother, Twaddles, out of the way.

"How do you make a bay window?" demanded Twaddles, whom no amount of pushing out of the way could subdue for long; he simply came in again.

"This way," said Bobby.

He tipped the rocking chair over on its side and turned the curved back so that it fenced in a space between two straight chairs. Looking through the carved rounds, if you had a very good imagination, it really did seem something like a bay window.

"Now, see?" said Bobby, proud as an architect should be.

"But every house has a chimney," protested Twaddles. "Where's the chimney?"

Before Bobby could possibly invent a chimney, Meg and Dot, the two boys' sisters, came into the room, each carrying a doll.

"Wait till Norah sees you!" announced Meg severely. "My goodness, piling up the furniture like this! Mother will scold if you scratch that rocking chair."

"What you making?" asked Dot, her dark eyes beginning to dance. "Let me help, Bobby?"

Bobby sat down gloomily on the edge of the rocking chair.

"I was building a house," he answered. "Mother said we could 'muse ourselves quietly in the house. This is quiet, isn't it? What's the use of having furniture if a fellow can't make something with it?"

"Well, I s'pose if you put it all back before supper, it's all right," admitted Meg, rather dubiously. "Only you know sometimes you do scratch things, Bobby."

Bobby waived this aside. He had other, more important thoughts.

"I was just going to fix the chimney," he explained. "See, this is the door, Meg, an' over here's the bay window. But we have to have people. People always live in houses. Don't you want to put Geraldine and what's her name in 'fore I put the chimney on?"

Dot, who was the doll Geraldine's mother, clutched her closely, while Meg quickly picked up her doll from the couch where she had laid her.

"There won't anything hurt 'em," protested Bobby earnestly. "Go on, put 'em in please, Meg."