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UNCLE ISAAC’S WILL
117
the Works, the Bay Point wharves, the Holmen
sawmill" —
The Admiral read on and on.
Lars poked Johnny in the side. "Just listen
to that, boy!"
From the farther end of the hall came
the query: "Is he here? Is Johnny Blossom
here?"
"Yes, here he is," piped a shrill, boyish voice
from the doorway.
"You are to come forward," said the Admiral.
It was so still that the rustle of papers in the
Admiral’s shaking hand could be heard
throughout the immense room. Johnny Blossom
squeezed himself through the throng.
Every one looked at him as he stood beside
the Admiral — such a little boy, with comical,
freckled nose and smooth, brown hair. He
looked up at his big, stalwart uncle who was
reading about him, Johnny Blossom!
" I believe that this boy has the qualities that
will enable him to meet rightly the serious
responsibilities imposed by a large property and
great wealth. His character is sound through
and through, and he seems to have been
endowed in his cradle with a fine understanding
of the needs and sufferings of his fellowmen.
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