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MY, oh, my! Tomorrow would be the day before Christmas and Johnny Blossom hadn’t thought about a single present yet, for any one. He would have to hurry now, though after all he wasn’t in such a bad fix, for he had some money—fifty cents, in fact—and that was surely enough and to spare.,And song and laughter reign.,“Well, well. Wait a minute.” Uncle Isaac took out his pocket-book and gave John two bright half-dollars. “There is always something you would like to buy for yourself, little John, so take this; but don’t fight any more, and remember what it is that makes a man great.”,“I think Uncle Isaac would like that there should be a festival at Kingthorpe on the first birthday you have after becoming the Kingthorpe heir, John,” said Mother.,Fill the red bowls,,First, however, the six perfect apples were laid carefully upon the porch steps.,Wide—wide the phantoms swell the loaded air,“Hold it still, why don’t you?” shouted John. Asta struggled and strove, but without success.,After supper they went out on the porch from which could be seen the works. Dusk had come during the meal and already the stars shone pale in the sky. Down at their feet vague outlines of the excavations could be seen, the darker shadows marking their extent. Down to the left was a cluster of bright lights.,Pshaw! There stood Miss Melling, Uncle Isaac’s housekeeper. “Why! Is it you, John? Is there anything particular wanted?”,“But those that were bruised you said we might eat, and we have done that,” said Johnny Blossom, frankly and virtuously.,“Saved my life, I reckon, is all you did. It must have been some job, too, although I don’t know how you did it.”.