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102
JOIINNY BLOSSOM
the tears had made streaks down his dirty
cheeks.
"Of course you should have spoken to Father
and Mother about it."
"Yes."
Mother put him down on the sofa and washed
his hot, tear-stained face. Some time after he
exclaimed, "Mother."
"Yes, little John?"
"Do you think Uncle Isaac up in heaven is
sorry he made me heir of Kingthorpe, because
of this with Bob?"
"No, I do not believe he is."
"Are you sure of it?" Johnny’s blue eyes
gazed earnestly at his mother.
"Yes. Perfectly sure."
There was something else he wished to ask,
but he scarcely liked to — perhaps it was
silly. Well, he could ask Mother about it,
though he wouldn’t ask any one else in the
whole world.
"Mother dear, don’t you think that Bob will
surely go to heaven when he dies?"
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