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102 JOIINNY BLOSSOM
"Not that, it was horrible; and people can
hear you away down the road."
It seemed rather pleasant to John, that his
singing should be heard so far.
"Get up now," said Mother.
Happening to see his new paint-box with its
enticing cakes of paint of all colors, Johnny
Blossom in his night gown and bare feet was
soon wholly absorbed in mixing paint.
There was Mother at the door again.
" Why, John! Are you standing there in your
night gown painting?"
"Just see this beautiful color I have made,
Mother," exclaimed John, exhibiting a muddy
yellow mixture as the result of his efforts.
Mother did not seem much impressed with the
new yellow color.
"Wash yourself thoroughly," she said. Oh,
yes! That was what Mother always said. John
showed her two red ears he had scrubbed, but
she wasn’t satisfied. Oh, dear! How many
bothersome crinkles and crannies there were
" in an ear, anyway!
After breakfast Johnny Blossom determined
that he must walk twenty-four times back and
forth on the veranda railing, the railing
representing a rope stretched over Niagara Falls.
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