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Next he went to the little crippled boy who had such big, mournful eyes.,Johnny Blossom looked very small standing in the road beside the big carriage. The crown and brim of his hat gaped widely apart on one side, and out of the opening stuck a lock of dark brown hair. His blue and white striped blouse had a daub of pitch in the middle of the front; and since Johnny Blossom knew it was there, he held a little brown hand over it, while he gazed up at the double chin of the imposing Miss Melling.,“Happened to be over there the other night and used my eyes,” was the usual reply of the boy.,They had not been long in this situation, when they heard a noise which approached gradually, and which did not appear to come from the avenue they had passed.,But Bob refused to give up hope. Too much depended on his getting free and being at the dam in time to prevent anything serious happening. Back at the door, he threw his whole weight time and time again on the boards but they held firm. This way, too, was closed to him.,“Won’t be necessary. We couldn’t climb to the top anyway—”,Kind hearts and true,,Noon still found them ascending and they ate their lunch and hurried on. It was sizzling. There were some trees, but these were few and far between. Most of the footing was sandy and made hard walking. Owing to these conditions it was not until after nightfall that they saw the first sign of civilization. Bob was in the lead and was the first to see a reflection on the horizon.,Notwithstanding, sometimes he,“Why is that?”,“Yes, that’s wet,” admitted Johnny Blossom.,Aunt Grenertsen had lived in the little house on King Street for an age, ever since he could remember; and everything she had was very old-fashioned. There was a cuckoo clock, and a blue glass jar with dried rose-leaves in; and on the window sill an old gray cat blinked and purred among the plants..