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Mother sat alone on the veranda. How good that she was alone! John sat down on the steps, all doubled together, and said not a word. “Thank you for the drive and for the rod,” said he, bowing. “Hold it still, why don’t you?” shouted John. Asta struggled and strove, but without success..
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“The writing might have been nicer, too,” said Johnny apologetically, “but I had such a scratchy, bad pen.” My, oh, my! Johnny Blossom hopped over every gutter he came to on his way home. First over the gutter and then back again and over again just because everything was so unspeakably joyful, because it was Christmas Eve, because Uncle Isaac was going to send some presents. They were sure to be wonderful presents, those Uncle Isaac sent! Meanwhile, Blue Beard, with a large cutlass in his hand, called out with all his might to his wife, "Come down quickly, or I shall come up there." "One minute more, if you please," replied his wife; and then said quickly in a low voice, "Anne! Sister Anne! do you not see anything coming?" And Sister Anne answered, "I see nothing but the dust turning gold in the sun, and the grass growing green." In the flare of the match Bob had recognized the newcomer. It was a Mexican, Miguel Philipe, who was an underforeman at the trap rock quarry..
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