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Deep silence.,“Yes, but I just forgot it for a minute or two, Mother.”,The conversation had taken place as they climbed the hill to the Upper Town. Now, Mr. Whitney went off in the direction of his cottage, and Bob to the office.,“Need you—quick—over at the east spillway—wall giving way—” But faster than the words could tremble out, the Chief was acting.,Jerry, however, bent to his oars, betraying his emotion only by the gleam of his eyes. No more rapids of any consequence hindered their way the remainder of the afternoon. It was not until well along the next morning that they came again to anything which really could be called dangerous.,With good looks and good manners, and some aid from dress,,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.,The boy stood straight under the taunts his former friend heaped upon him. A little smile was at the corner of his mouth as he answered.,But my, oh, my! There was the sun. Johnny Blossom shouted “Asta” everywhere through the house, for now there was a chance for them to realize a certain plan that he had made. Since he could not carry it out alone, he would make use of Asta, even if she were only a girl, poor thing!,"If I must die," she replied, looking at him with streaming eyes, "give me a little time to say my prayers.",“No—are you really?”,“Wash yourself thoroughly,” she said. Oh, yes! That was what Mother always said. John showed her two red ears he had scrubbed, but she wasn’t satisfied. Oh, dear! How many bothersome crinkles and crannies there were in an ear, anyway!.