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102 JOIINNY BLOSSOM
world! Is this you? They are saying all over
town that you are at the bottom of the sea."
"Far from it," answered Johnny Blossom,
somewhat offended.
Next it was the telegraph operator, Mr.
Nilsen. "Well, I must say! If here isn’t the
person every one is talking about — and as
large as life!"
Pshaw! how silly people were! And now came
Olea, the cook from his own home, weeping and
wailing aloud. When she saw him she was ready
to drop with astonishment. "Oh, you angel
John! Are you risen from the dead? They
brought us word that you were drowned."
"Not a bit," said John. "It was the fault of
the postmaster’s boys entirely. See what I’ve
got." And Johnny Blossom took his English
boatswain’s whistle out and blew it, with
beaming face.
No one was in the sitting room at home, nor
in the library; but from Mother’s room there
came a sound as of some one crying. Johnny
Blossom tramped in. There lay Mother on the
couch, and Father sat by her side, and they were
both sobbing as hard as they could.
"John!" screamed Mother, starting up. "Oh,
Johnny! my boy, my boy! Is it really you?"
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