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The negress laughed with scornful doubt.,“Oh, they’re dry,” said Johnny, feeling of the clothes. “They’re as dry as tinder.”,"I saw him.",So Johnny Blossom dashed over the hill again. This was something worth hurrying for. When he came to Sandy Point, he saw the grandmother walking alone around the outside of the house, feeling her way as usual.,"Yes, ma'am," answered Billy, promptly.,RED ROBE'S DREAM,To Bob’s great disgust his first job was not out on the construction work. Whiskers had turned him over to Mr. Taylor, who set him to work in the draughting room. All day long he sat on a stool, and did simple sums: endless multiplications and divisions of figures that came from the blue prints made by the engineers. It was stupid work and had in it little of the romance which he had always associated with the work he was to do. However, he comforted himself with the thought that if it were not necessary, the Chief would never set him at it.,"This day week, then," he says, having heard, and taken to heart the wisdom of, the old maxim about striking while the iron is hot.,“Yes—go on quick! Here come folks!”,"But a small bit av a chune, Billy. A bit av a lilt on me whistle, now.","You would have heard Jaggard call out, I suppose?",Rich with chrystal dews of night..