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Wasn’t there something else he could sell so that Grandmother should see the ocean and everything again? Oh, of course—all those books about Indians; they must be worth a good deal and he had at least twelve of them. And his collection of eggs! Why, yes! They were perfectly beautiful eggs, and rare, many of them. To be sure almost every one was broken a little on one side. That didn’t matter a bit when they were placed nicely in a box, but perhaps people who bought eggs would rather have them whole. Well, the fishing rod was valuable, anyway. There was again a moment of utter silence, through which broke suddenly Johnny Blossom’s clear little voice: “Yes, we can,” said Johnny Blossom, bracing his feet more firmly against the bottom of the boat..
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It was of no use; he must cry. With his head in his mother’s lap he cried hard. Mother stroked his head gently. “Uncle Isaac wished it so much himself, my boy. He was eager to go to God,” she whispered. But how queer old people are! thought Johnny Blossom. CHAPTER VIII BOB’S CHANCE “That’s great!” said Steve Whitney. “Now go ahead and spin me the whole yarn.”.
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