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“Oh, there are some things that are so hard, Mother.” After all, should he give Miss Jorgensen a present or not? Miss Melling there was no question about. She was always giving him presents, and she wasn’t the worst person in the world, even if she was so fussy about boys wiping their feet. The last time he was at Kingthorpe she had given him a silver pencil holder without any reason whatever! It wasn’t his birthday or anything. Yes, he would certainly give her something—that was settled. “Oh, they’re dry,” said Johnny, feeling of the clothes. “They’re as dry as tinder.”.
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