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“It was just that stupid Tellef Olsen. He bragged so much about being the strongest of all the boys”—,Asta led the way at once to the candy shop.,On the day before Christmas, big, soft snowflakes drifted slowly down from a lowering gray sky. The snow melted as soon as it fell, and from the sea a raw, wet wind came whining in; but there might have been worse weather, and Johnny Blossom, at any rate, was well content. He was going out to distribute his presents today. It was so pleasant to take them himself to the different persons.,The rest was "nought but leather and prunella.",“What the dickens do you mean by not reporting this morning? Just because Mr. Whitney is away, do you think you can take a vacation when you feel like it? And King, too; wait till I get hold of him! But what have you got to say for yourself, young man?”,How tiresome Miss Melling was! Well, if she offered him cookies and jelly today, as she sometimes did, she would find out that he wouldn’t take anything from her. Never in the world.,As they had so little time in which to accomplish their plan every minute was valuable, so, as soon as they had provided for the night, they started out to find some sort of a boat to carry them on their adventure.,“Sorry,” was the short response, “but orders are orders. Nothing doing.”,“Here, Christina. Will you give these to Tellef?”,In the flare of the match Bob had recognized the newcomer. It was a Mexican, Miguel Philipe, who was an underforeman at the trap rock quarry.,“Yes. Isn’t it interesting, Aunt Grenertsen? Isn’t it a beauty?”,In sweet illapses meet the sight,.