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CRAB FISHING 45
45
"Good-by, little Johnny Blossom, and thanks
for the pleasure you have given us."
Just what the pleasure was Johnny Blossom
could not exactly understand.
"You mustn’t put those wet clothes on,"
said one lady.
"Oh, they’re dry," said Johnny, feeling of
the clothes. "They’re as dry as tinder."
At this they all laughed again. There was a
very wet place on the wharf where the clothes
had lain.
Fortunately Mother was out when he first
got home, and Lisa the maid was very kind in
helping him get dry clothes. It was queer, but
perhaps his others had not been as dry as tinder,
after all.
Johnny deliberated all the afternoon as to
whether he should tell his mother what had
happened or not. She was so everlastingly
anxious about such things. But when she
came to his room to say good night, he burst
out with it.
"Mother, I fell in the water today."
"Oh, my boy!"
"Yes, I just tumbled right in." He got up
in bed, eager to show how he fell. " But it was
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