Johnny Blossom, cap in hand, tiptoed with unusual care over the highly polished floor. First a gentle knock on Uncle’s door, then a louder one.,
“Oh, it’s nothing I can talk about,” returned the other and buried his face in his hands.,
“And with honor to his family fill that responsible position in life which great wealth will oblige him to occupy.”.
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