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IO
IO JOHNNY BLOSSOM
"Good afternoon, Johnny Blossom."
Dead silence for a long time.
Ugh! he would have to try to talk.
"Mother has gone to a luncheon party today."
"I can well believe it," said Aunt Grenertsen.
" People never stay at home in these days. They
are forever flying about."
"Father was at a meeting last night."
"I haven’t the least doubt of it."
Absolute silence again. If only the cuckoo in
the clock would come out and call! But it
would be almost a quarter of an hour before that
would happen. Johnny Blossom racked his
brain to think of something to talk about.
"We baked cookies at home yesterday," he
said suddenly.
"Then I presume you ate more of them than
was good for you."
Oh, no, Johnny Blossom had not over-eaten;
he could easily eat some today, too; he had had
only those that were burnt.
"Burnt, hey? Well, there’s nothing a boy
won’t put into his stomach."
Aunt Grenertsen was unusually disagreeable
today. Not a word could he say about the
apples, because he had so often before brought
up that subject.
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