hat? And we're miles from a store. Here, let me straighten out the brim. What happened to it? Where did you go?"
Twaddles said truthfully enough that he hadn't been anywhere, and explained what had happened to the hat. The boat was out in the lake again by this time and steaming on toward Little Havre.
"Where are the others?" asked Mother Blossom. "Tell them we get off in fifteen or twenty minutes, and I want them all to come and stay near me."
Presently the boat scraped alongside a wide wharf and a number of people began to bustle off.
"Where are we going now?" asked Twaddles, his round eyes dancing with excitement. Twaddles certainly loved traveling.
"Don't you 'member?" said Meg importantly. "We have to go to Four Crossways, and Aunt Polly will meet us. There's a bus that says 'Four Crossways,' Mother."
Mother Blossom had to see about the trunks and the kiddie-car, which, it seemed, were all