and, as Father Blossom said when he heard that she was going to Brookside, no one could need a change of air more.
"I'm going to carry my kiddie-car," declared Twaddles serenely.
The others protested that the kiddie-car wouldn't go in the trunk; that there would be no pavement on which to ride it; that Twaddles should take a smaller toy.
Twaddles listened politely and set his obstinate little chin firmly. He meant to take the kiddie-car.
"We'll express it," said Father Blossom kindly that night. "I'm going to send a porch swing up and a Oh, my goodness, I almost told you. And it is a surprise!"
"What is it?" cried the four little Blossoms eagerly. "Tell us, Daddy! Ah, do! Please!"
"It can be a surprise for Aunt Polly," suggested Meg artfully. "Won't you tell us, Daddy?"
"No. I like surprises that are surprises," asserted Father Blossom. "Now, not another
