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“Listen, kid! Someone will let you out o’ there before you starve. And I’ll be camped right here until the thing that’s goin’ to happen, happens. You might jest as well make yourself at home and stop worrying, ’cause it won’t get you nowheres. Good night and sweet dreams!”,Johnny Blossom put his hands in his pockets and whistled, “Yes, we love our grand old Norway,” loudly and shrilly.,“Yes, little John?”,Then began all the hue and cry. First, Squire Levorson stopped him. “What in the world! Is this you? They are saying all over town that you are at the bottom of the sea.”,Wolves are many, and vary in kind;,“Exactly—‘deep in’—that was Conscience, little John.”,This satisfied the excited mob and gradually it thinned out as Whitney demanded more details from Bob.,“You bet,” was the heartfelt answer. “I thought you were a goner sure. But where is the boat?”,Often is the handsome boy,It was a fine little boat. Johnny was captain and commanded grandly, giving many orders to the postmaster’s sons—those silly pipestems from Christiania, who did not know anything.,Peace to your dust!,“Yes,” said Tellef, tearing up bits of heather and tossing them away. “It is cataracts Grandmother has in her eyes.”.