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JOHNNY BLOSSOM FIGHTING 25
Here his steps lingered a little, but he walked
on nevertheless.
Some things about these visits were rather
tiresome. Not exactly with Uncle Isaac, though
you had to be a bit careful with him, too; but
there was that fussy housekeeper of his, Miss
Melling. One was never sure which door she
would poke her nose out of and call: "Walk
quietly, Johnny. Shut the door softly. Have
you wiped your feet thoroughly, Johnny boy?"
The idea of her calling him Johnny boy!
That was perfectly outrageous! What right
had she to call him by that name ? He had
outgrown it long ago, and no one used it now
except just herself. Here he would be ten years
old in a fortnight, no, in twelve days — or, to be
exact, twelve days and a half, and so surely he
was too old for that baby name.
Perhaps Miss Melling could fly through the
air, but he couldn’t; and yet she seemed to
think that he could come all the way over here
without getting his shoes muddy! He would
surely ask her today whether she could fly. She
did not look so very light!
All the floors at Kingthorpe were as shining
as a mirror. Mother said they were waxed. It
was a good thing the floors at home were not
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