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It was sufficient. Bob walked off unconcernedly but as soon as dark had fallen he went to the appointed place. He had not been there long when the Indian glided up to him. “I’m mighty glad of that,” said Whitney. “But go on; I won’t interrupt any more.” All the boys laughed and shouted hurrah when Johnny got back to the starting point. How disgusting it was to have people make fun of you!.
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“I’m afraid you’re right, Ted,” said Bob. “But I sure hate to think it.” Johnny Blossom hastened to get Mother’s sharpest scissors—the big shiny ones—for he intended to cut some long strips of stout cloth to tie the goat’s legs with. Johnny cut and cut. Suddenly the big blades slipped, caught Johnny’s little finger, and before he knew it, had cut the tip of it clean off! It hurt awfully—oh, well—not so terribly after all; but my, oh, my! how it bled! Johnny Blossom bound his not over-clean handkerchief around it, but still the blood came. Now it was all over his trousers. Perhaps he had better hide until it stopped. Impossibilities expecting: Johnny was gulping his soup with great haste..
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