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Mother hugged him to her and kissed him. “But that was a horrible present, John,” she said, pointing to the whistle. “What?” exploded the boy, anxiously. Oh! there it hung by the boiler closet. But what a forlorn, miserable thing! He had not remembered that it was so worn out. Why, it scarcely held together! It was almost a disgrace to have such shabby fishing tackle, especially now when William Holm had that brand-new pole and Philip Krag was going to get one tomorrow. No, this old thing would not do. He positively needed a new outfit, and that meant that he simply must have some money..
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“Surely your parents wouldn’t treat you like that!” expostulated Bob Hazard, horrified. “What is it?” asked Grandmother. “What the dickens do you mean by not reporting this morning? Just because Mr. Whitney is away, do you think you can take a vacation when you feel like it? And King, too; wait till I get hold of him! But what have you got to say for yourself, young man?” But no sooner had they come into the little kitchen where Tellef’s mother was roasting coffee over an open fire than John said:.
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