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116 "Heap big Injun chief," announced Bobby, prancing about in his suit.

"Let's get captives and hide them in the tent," suggested Meg, who usually did most of the planning for their games.

"Where'll we get 'em?" asked Bobby doubtfully. "Jud's bigger than we are."

"No, we can't capture Jud," agreed Meg.

"Wow! wow! Whoop!" shouted Twaddles, tumbling down the steps and giving his best Indian yell as he came.

"Ducks and chickens might be captives," said Meg slowly, frowning at the interruption of Twaddles.

Ordinarily Meg was a good little girl and not given to mischief, but a spice of naughtiness seemed to be in all the four little Blossoms on this unfortunate day.

"Let's get the ducks, first," said Bobby. "That's a great idea, Meg. Come on, Twaddles, we have to capture the ducks."

They found the beautiful white birds swimming lazily about the artificial duck pond in the chicken yard, and they didn't seem to want to