CHAPTER II
AN INVITATION
THE Blossoms all went back to the garage and found Sam bending over the sick dog.
"He's a cute little fellow, Mr. Blossom," said Sam. "Just a pup, too. Shouldn't wonder if he turned out to be a good ratter when his leg gets well."
That was the highest praise Sam could give a dog, and Meg and Bobby were delighted.
"May we keep him, Mother?" they urged. "He can live in the garage. Please, Mother."
Mother Blossom looked at Father.
"Well, Ralph?" she said.
"Why, keep him, of course," counseled Father Blossom, laughter-twinkles in his kind eyes. "Norah is the sole objector in the family, and if you can pacify her there's no reason why we shouldn't have as many dogs as we want. Named him yet, Meg?"
"I want to think about a name for him," replied Meg. "You can't change names, you know,
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