school,
Mother?"

Mother Blossom, who had stopped in to see what they were doing, shook
her head.

"Haven't time to go to school this morning," she said. "Twaddles, if
you are the schoolmaster, wouldn't you like these old rims to play
with? I always used to want to wear glasses when I played school as a
little girl."

Twaddles took the horn-rimmed spectacles joyfully. There was no glass
in them, but they gave him a very learned, important look. Indeed,
Philip stared at him perfectly fascinated.

"The class in reading will now recite," announced Teacher Twaddles in
his severest voice. "Come up to the platform, little girl."

Dot obediently rose and went up to the piano bench.

"Read the first page of this," commanded Twaddles, handing her a book.
"Make a bow first."

Dot ducked stiffly. The dolls watched her unwinkingly and the dog
and cat apparently wondered what would happen next.

"Now begin," said Twaddles.

Neither he nor Dot could read, but they knew a number of poems by
heart, and when they pretended to read they always held a book and
repeated some of their favorite rhymes. So now Dot recited as much of
"The Night Before Christmas" as she could remember.

"Very good," said the teacher graciously. "Take your seat. The class
in geography will please recite."

Geraldine and Mary Maud obligingly moved forward and told the capital
city of the United States, and which state was the nicest to live in
and where the Atlantic Ocean was. They spoke in high, squeaky voices
that made Philip prick up his ears suspiciously, but they received a
"perfect" mark in the teacher's book.

"I wish we could go to regular school," mourned Dot suddenly. "Do you
s'pose Meg and Bobby are having a good time?"

"Let's ask Mother if we can go to meet 'em," proposed Twaddles. "Come
on."

Mother Blossom, when they asked her, said that school would be out in
ten or fifteen minutes and that she had no objection if they wanted to
walk up town and meet the others.

Twaddles and Dot put the chairs back where they belonged and carried
the dolls upstairs to the bedroom Meg and Dot shared together.

"We'll take Philip and Annabel Lee," said Dot. "I guess Meg will be
glad to see them, she's been gone so long."

So as Meg and Bobby turned into their street, they saw the twins
coming to meet them.

"How do you like school?" shouted Twaddles. "Is it fun? Did you have
to recite? Look how glad Philip is to see you."

Indeed the dog