olly. They had
completely forgotten the chickens and ducks and the one lame turkey
shut into the tent till this minute.

"Aunt Polly!" gasped Meg, in a very little voice. "Aunt Polly--please,
we were just playing, and--and----" Meg could not go on.

"We were playing Indians," said Bobby, coming to the rescue of his
sister, "and we had to have some captives. So--so----"

"We took the chickens and the ducks," went on the twins in concert.

"And the lame turkey," put in Meg.

"And shut them in our tent!" finished Bobby and Meg together.

"Put them in your tent?" repeated Aunt Polly. "Do you suppose they are
there now?"

Away dashed the children, Aunt Polly after them, around to the side
lawn. The tent was just as they had left it, and Meg cautiously
unbuttoned the flap. A soft, comfortable little singing sound came out
to them.

"Well, I never!" said Aunt Polly helplessly. "What won't you children
do next!"

The four little Blossoms ran back to tell Linda that her ducks were
safe, and you may be sure she was very glad to hear it. And in the
morning they found the biddies and the ducks none the worse for their
night in the tent.

Shortly after this, Bobby and Meg were awakened one night by a queer
noise outside. Bobby heard it first and came creeping into Meg's room
to see if she were awake.

"Meg! Meg!" he whispered, so as not to wake Dot. "Did you hear
something?"

"Yes, I did," whispered back Meg. "Under my window. Wait a minute and
we'll peep out."

Dot and Twaddles wouldn't wake up, "not if there was an earthquake,"
Daddy Blossom sometimes said, but Meg and Bobby were light sleepers
and very apt to hear any unusual noise.

Together now they crept over to Meg's window and, raising the screen
very softly, peeped out. Something large and dark was moving about on
the lawn below.

"I guess it's Mr. Simmonds' bull," suggested Meg.

"Don't you think we ought to go down and drive him off?" asked Bobby,
quite as if driving bulls off his aunt's lawn was a nightly task with
him. "Or I'll go alone--I'm the man of the house."

As a matter of fact, he was. Aunt Polly and Linda slept in rooms
across the hall at the back of the house, and apparently had heard
nothing. But Meg had no idea of letting her brother face a bull
alone.

"I'm coming, too," she whispered. "Let's put on our shoes--you know
how wet the grass is at night. And here's a blanket, so you won't
catch cold."

Wrapping herself in another blan