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Putting aside for an hour the affairs of a work-a-day world, let us take our places around the convivial board, on the time-stained surface of which we may find in fancy the initials of so many boon companions of other days cut deep.,One of the robbers exclaiming with an oath that this was a golden night, bade his comrades dispatch, adding he would go to find Paulo and the lady.,Johnny Blossom stood and stared. For his part he would rather have his own mug at home with “For a Good Boy” upon it than all these fine antiques that so many old mouths had drunk from!,So Johnny Blossom repeated the little prayers he had said every night since he was two years old, and was soon sleeping peacefully.,“But what does this mean?” he exclaimed. “What are you holding onto King for?”,“What do you mean? Are we going to swim the rest of the way?”,“So that’s how you did it!” ejaculated the Chief. “In that case I may not have to do more than reprimand Billy.”,The King, in the hope of preventing the misfortune foretold by the old fairy, immediately sent forth a proclamation forbidding everyone, on pain of death, either to spin with a spindle, or to have spindles in their possession.,And hails thy gradual step, thy influence mild.,Bob—that was the horse’s name—knew Johnny whenever he went into the stable; there was no doubt about that, for the little horse would turn around in his stall and whinny at the sound of the boy’s step or voice. Of course Johnny always had sugar for him and brushed his pretty coat for him every day—dear, cunning little Bob!,“Pills?” said Aunt Grenertsen. “I have never taken pills in all my long life.”,Feather-in-the-Wind had become separated from them, but his plan had worked! This was Bob’s first thought, but his exultation was cut short by the most surprising event of this eventful night!.