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JOIINNY BLOSSOM
Johnny Blossom stood and stared. For his
part he would rather have his own mug at home
with "For a Good Boy" upon it than all these
fine antiques that so many old mouths had drunk
from!
Poor Uncle Isaac! He was sick now again —
worse, in fact. He had heart disease, Mother
said. Jeremias the wood-cutter also talked of
a pain in his heart, but since he had begun to
rub himself all over with kerosene, he had
become much better. It smelled dreadfully in
Jeremias’s little hut, but he was better. Johnny
Blossom would certainly write to Uncle Isaac
and tell him that all he had to do to cure himself
of the pain was to rub himself with kerosene.
To this point in his meditations had Johnny
Blossom come just as he reached the telephone
pole whence he could see the big entrance gates
to Kingthorpe Park; and there was the
handsome new carriage rolling out through the gates
that very moment! Carlstrom sat on the box.
My! How stylish he looked today! His
moustache ends stood out in the air more stiffly
than usual, and he never once glanced at Johnny
Blossom standing below in the dusty road. Back
in the carriage sat Miss Melling, Uncle Isaac’s
housekeeper, with a white feather in her hat
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