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THE RED BUOY 71
"Thought I was drowned, did you?" said
Johnny Blossom loftily. "It never entered my
head till afterwards that any one could get
drowned sitting on the big red pear, you know.
Mother, see here."
A frightfully piercing whistle resounded in
the little room.
"Would you like to hear it again?" asked
Johnny, radiant.
"No, no!" said Mother, with hands on both
ears.
Just then Father grabbed John by the
shoulder. Ugh! it was horrid when Father took hold
that way, for it usually meant a whipping.
"Do you know what you deserve?" asked
Father. Not a sound in reply. "You shall
escape this time," continued Father. "I think
you will remember your Mother’s tears now
better than a whipping; but another time —
do you hear?"
"Yes." Johnny stared at his mother’s
tear-stained face.
"The postmaster and his boys came here and
said that you had climbed up on the buoy
farthest out. The boys had rowed back toward
shore just for fun, but they met a man in a row
boat who nabbed them because they had taken
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