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A PRESENT FROM UNCLE ISAAC 87
waving up and down. At her side lay a queer
package of many yellow sticks tied together.
What in the world could that be?
Johnny Blossom took off his hat and bowed.
Carlstom looked straight ahead; but when Miss
Melling caught sight of Johnny, there was a
great to-do.
"Why, there he is! Stop, Carlstrom, stop!
Johnny Blossom! Johnny Blossom!" she called,
twisting herself round in the carriage. "You
are just the person I was going to town to see,"
she continued. "I had a letter from your Uncle
Isaac saying that you were to have this fishing
rod at once."
Johnny Blossom looked very small standing in
the road beside the big carriage. The crown and
brim of his hat gaped widely apart on one side,
and out of the opening stuck a lock of dark brown
hair. His blue and white striped blouse had a
daub of pitch in the middle of the front; and
since Johnny Blossom knew it was there, he held
a little brown hand over it, while he gazed up at
the double chin of the imposing Miss Melling.
"See here! Why shouldn’t you take it right
now? To tell the truth, I can’t imagine what a
little boy like you should be doing with such a
handsome fishing rod as this. I won’t say how
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