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JOHNNY BLOSSOM FIGHTING 25
Mother. Awfully pleasant that would be! Oh,
well, he didn’t mind.
Johnny Blossom put his hands in his pockets
and whistled, " Yes, we love our grand old
Norway," loudly and shrilly.
Still, it was perfectly horrid that Tellefs
fish-pole had got smashed. That was awfully bad
luck. And his jacket torn, too. But how
could he expect anything else when he was so
horrid with his boasting and everything?
" Yes, we love our grand old Norway," Johnny
Blossom whistled again with great vigor.
Perhaps he ought to be looking after his own
fishing tackle. Every one was talking about
going fishing nowadays and he’d better see
whether his tackle was hanging where it should
be, on the wall of the wash-house. William Holm
had done nothing at school today but brag of
that new fishing tackle of his.
Not a sign of Johnny’s was to be seen. Who
could have been so mean as to take it away ? Of
course he had put it in its place. (A great
stirring up of things and searching everywhere.)
Dear! How meddlesome people were! Here
they had gone and hidden away his fishing rod.
Really, wouldn’t any one be angry?
Oh! there it hung by the boiler closet. But
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