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IO
IO JOHNNY BLOSSOM
chant! Eric had always said he was an awfully
cross man.
A long time Johnny lay there and all the while
the sound of talk and laughter floated up to him,
so he knew that the picnic party must still be
on the wharf. The wind began to blow harder;
it blew colder, too, horridly cold in fact, and he
felt almost frozen. Shivering and with his teeth
chattering, he crept back a little way toward the
wharf and gazed down from behind a tree trunk.
Just think! There they sat, in the sunshine
on the wharf, eating from their baskets and
having such a good time; and here was he,
alone, naked, and so frightfully cold.
Boo-hoo-hoo! He wanted to go home to Mother. He
might crawl home through the gutters — but
what would Mother say if he went home without
any clothes ? Boo-hoo-hoo!
"What’s the matter? What ye cryin’ fer?"
It was Nils the fisherman who spoke and whose
coming over the soft grass Johnny had not
noticed.
"Land’s sakes! Layin’ here naked, boy?"
Then Johnny Blossom cried in earnest.
"Yes"—sob, sob—"my clothes are down on
the wharf and the ladies are sitting there eating
and laughing and — boo-hoo-hoo!"
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