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JOIINNY BLOSSOM
he could never keep it in order. The rug before
the bed was always in a heap; and papers,
skates, bows and arrows, and boots and shoes
were strewn over the floor. There was a little
space on the table and the commode, but on the
floor you could scarcely find a bare spot.
"How this room does look!" Mother was
continually saying.
"Well, that is because I study here," said
Johnny Blossom.
Strangely enough, Mother could not
understand what studying had to do with everything
being scattered over the floor; but at any rate,
to make space for the fishing rod in the little
room was plainly impossible. Of course he could
not think of taking the rod apart. Well, it
would have to be left on the veranda tonight.
What if some one should take it? Haunted by
this dreadful thought, Johnny Blossom was
very wakeful. He tossed and turned for a long
time before he finally fell asleep.
The next morning Johnny awoke early and
was wide awake at once. That fishing rod from
Uncle Isaac — out on the veranda — suppose
some one had taken it! He put on his clothes
in the greatest haste. Later he would wash
himself and dress properly, but the only thing
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