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JOHNNY BLOSSOM FIGHTING 25
she sometimes did, she would find out that
he wouldn’t take anything from her. Never in
the world.
Here she was again.
" Yes, you may go in; but you must wipe your
feet well and shut the door softly and not stay
so long as to tire him."
Wouldn’t any one suppose that Uncle Isaac
was her uncle and not his, Johnny Blossom’s,
the way she behaved ?
Johnny Blossom, cap in hand, tiptoed with
unusual care over the highly polished floor.
First a gentle knock on Uncle’s door, then a
louder one.
"Come right in, my boy."
Johnny Blossom bowed low as he entered.
Gray-haired, delicate, with sorrowful eyes
and long, white hands, Uncle Isaac sat in his
big, carved, oaken chair.
"Good day, John! Now this is very kind of
you to come to me, away out here."
"Yes. I thought it was an awfully long time
since you had seen me."
"True, so it is. I suppose you are very busy
nowadays?"
"Awfully busy. Tonight we are going out
fishing."
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