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ONE DAY IN VACATION 109
greatly, for he was very sorry and missed Uncle
Isaac so much. No, glad about it he could never
be, never in the world.
Oh, pshaw! It was raining. Johnny Blossom
turned a scowling face toward the window.
Just what one might expect — to have it rain
the very first day of vacation! It always did,
always. Funny kind of rain, anyhow — coming
down in a regular slant. Perfectly horrid. He
had planned to do so much today — be
"boatman," for instance.
If it would only rain enough so that the whole
world would be covered with water, there might
be some fun in it. If people had to go in boats,
and nobody could walk anywhere, but every
one had to swim, that would be jolly!
Well, he would not get up yet anyway, since
it was raining so hard. He would lie there and
sing all the school songs. So he began singing
at the top of his voice, " Yes, zue love our
grand old Norway." That went splendidly.
Then he started another, but that tune ran up
rather too high for his voice.
Mother appeared in the doorway.
"Come, John, don’t lie there and screech in
that fashion."
"Don’t you like my singing, Mother?"
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