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A PRESENT FROM UNCLE ISAAC 87
"You are to hurry right home, John."
Father and Mother sat in the study, Mother
with her handkerchief in her hand and with red
eyes.
"We have something to tell you, my boy,"
said Father. "Uncle Isaac has been very sick."
"Yes, but I have just written to him that if
he will rub himself with kerosene he will get
well."
"Uncle Isaac has no further need of anything,"
said Mother. "He died last night, little John."
Mother began to cry again, and there came
a lump in Johnny Blossom’s throat. No, he
would not cry. Big boys ought never to cry.
" If any one goes straight into the Kingdom
of God, Uncle Isaac will," said Mother.
It was of no use; he must cry. With his head
in his mother’s lap he cried hard. Mother
stroked his head gently. "Uncle Isaac wished
it so much himself, my boy. He was eager to
go to God," she whispered.
"Yes, but it is so sad."
That afternoon Johnny Blossom sat crouched
on the stone steps leading to the road. The
fishing rod lay beside him, but he did not feel
like going fishing. He sat with his elbows on
his knees and his head in his hands, thinking of
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