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AUNT GRENERTSEN’S APPLES 59
to the other door, he was sure to hear "Dear,
dear! How grand he is today! He must come
in at the front door and make some one leave
her work to let him in." No, indeed. He
would not go all that way around by King Street
any more. Their old apples could hang and
hang there forever, for all he cared.
For fully four days Johnny Blossom did not
show himself inside of Aunt Grenertsen’s
green-painted garden fence; but on the fifth day he
thought it would be interesting after all to see
whether the apples still hung on the tree. It
seemed an age since he had looked at them, and
it would be disappointing enough if they had
been gathered.
No, luckily, there they hung. And Aunt
Grenertsen was gazing out of the window from
behind her plants, and Katrina peering over the
sash curtains just as usual. Well, he would go
in and see how Aunt Grenertsen was today.
The front door was unlocked, so he could go in
that way without inconveniencing her highness,
Katrina.
"Good afternoon, Aunt Grenertsen. How do
you do?" He sat down in the chair by the door,
where he knew he was expected to sit.
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