“That must’ve been some job. I wish we had been here to do it, don’t you, Mr. Whitney?”,
Away darted Johnny Blossom without a word. Out of the stable, across the grounds, and up to an outlying field he ran as if for dear life. In a far corner of the field he threw himself down, and burying his face in the grass cried bitterly, and so hard that his whole body shook with his sobbing.,
“There aren’t many persons with a sewed-on finger tip, are there, mother?” asked John, with some pride..
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