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Over the sea sailed the umbrella—and there were Johnny and Tellef in the rocking boat far out from land.,“Come now. He shall have a cake,” said one of the ladies. “Here, take more; take these, and these.”,“They’re coming!”,“But—but you are!” stammered Bob, taken aback for a moment by Jerry’s words. “Didn’t you admit it—”,“You’re not far off,” said Jerry, laughing. “But even if we’ve got to swim we won’t have to carry all our junk. Have you thought what a bully raft our air mattress will make?”,The night passed without any disturbance. The morning arose fresh and bright; the Heavens exhibited a clear and unclouded concave; even the wild heath, refreshed by the late rains, smiled around, and sent up with the morning gale a stream of fragrance.,He thought the door had caught but he could not be sure. But soon he lost interest, for a new danger threatened him. It was one which he had failed to foresee when he had planned this means of escape.,“Oh, don’t be so pessimistic,” said Bob. “I bet we’ll come through alive and kicking. Shall we start in the morning?”,“Yes, far out against the sky.”,At night Johnny lay wide awake, waiting for his mother’s good-night visit.,“Thought I would,” answered Jerry shortly, but halting.,Wouldn’t any one suppose that Uncle Isaac was her uncle and not his, Johnny Blossom’s, the way she behaved?.