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A PRESENT FROM UNCLE ISAAC 87
now was to see whether the fishing rod was safe.
Yes, wonderfully enough, there it was. No one
had touched it, so far as he could see.
How still, how still the world was! How fresh
and cool! The sun was shining now on the big
pine trees back of the house and their trunks
were deep red in the strong light. What a
fragrance came from the garden — the rich
scent of roses, particularly — and how very
damp the garden path was! My, oh, my! The
dew was certainly like pearls, scattered over the
grass — shining white pearls. Johnny Blossom
looked at the clock on the church tower. Two
minutes before five. Pshaw! so early! Oh, well!
Never mind. It was all right. He could do what
he liked until the rest of the family got up.
First, he would try fishing far out over the
flower beds with his rod. There! he had caught
and broken off a big, dark red rose. The well
was naturally a better place to fish. Johnny
Blossom fished up the most incredible things
from that well. He first threw them in, of course,
and then it was a tremendous piece of work to
get them out again — leaves, flowers, his own
straw hat — yes, it was certainly an extra fine
fishing rod. He would write at once to Uncle
Isaac and thank him for it.
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