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102
JOIINNY BLOSSOM
"I can never be as kind as Uncle Isaac!"
A smile went round, but Mother was crying
and Father, with arms folded, was looking up
earnestly at Johnny. From amidst the group
of workmen, old Rolfsen, foreman at the wharf,
elbowed his way to the table.
"Well," said he, pausing after each word of
his speech, as was his custom, "well, the old
gentleman was a good man, as we all know — we
who worked for him. He was always good to
us, never .anything but good. But now there
is only this to say: we wish to bid this boy
welcome. We know him, and it will surprise me if
he does not prove the same sort as the old
gentleman. And that is the reason we welcome you,
Johnny Blossom."
Old Rolfsen reached out a gnarled, rough
hand to Johnny and all the rest of the workmen
came, one by one, and shook hands with him.
It was queer, but it was pleasant, too, for he
knew them all and he smiled at them as they
greeted him. Lars Berget gripped his hand so
hard that it really hurt. And just think! Even
Carlstrom came and made a beautiful bow
(My! how stiff his moustache ends were today!),
and to crown all, Miss Melling pressed forward
and actually courtesied! At this Johnny Blossom
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