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“Because he lent me his blouse.” Johnny Blossom was exceedingly serious throughout the whole conversation.,"Harry!" gasped Billy, "Harry O'Dule!",On a low bed, with his eyes fastened eagerly upon the door, lies Paul Rodney, the dews of death already on his face.,When, at last, the boys had all been attended to, Mr. Johnston paused for rest. "I shall now begin on the girls," he said, "but before administering punishment I am going to give the guilty boy, or girl, one more chance to confess. Will the one who put the sulphur in the stove stand up?",Indeed, no sound disturbs the sacred silence save the crisp rustle of the dead leaves, as they are trodden into the ground.,“Oh, there are some things that are so hard, Mother.”,"I will do as you ask," she says, wondering when the interview will come to an end.,"Isabella! My God!" David looked terrified.,Moses, his feelings by this time wrought to a state of down-right rebellion, grasped a pail in either hand and sought the peaceful atmosphere of the river.,"How pretty that is! Yet I should like you to see me, if only for once, as you have seen others," says Mona.,The sound was an ominous warning to Moses, to finish his breakfast with all possible speed.,The next morning Johnny awoke early and was wide awake at once. That fishing rod from Uncle Isaac—out on the veranda—suppose some one had taken it! He put on his clothes in the greatest haste. Later he would wash himself and dress properly, but the only thing now was to see whether the fishing rod was safe. Yes, wonderfully enough, there it was. No one had touched it, so far as he could see..