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Mother sat alone on the veranda. How good that she was alone! John sat down on the steps, all doubled together, and said not a word.,“No, I do not believe he is.”,“Well,” said he, pausing after each word of his speech, as was his custom, “well, the old gentleman was a good man, as we all know—we who worked for him. He was always good to us, never anything but good. But now there is only this to say: we wish to bid this boy welcome. We know him, and it will surprise me if he does not prove the same sort as the old gentleman. And that is the reason we welcome you, Johnny Blossom.”,And yet there was something sad, too, at Tellef’s house, for Tellef’s grandmother was blind. Just think! When she went out of doors she had to keep her hand on the house and walk that way, going round and round it; and that looked so queer. Sometimes she would sit right down on the grass and cry because she could not see; and somehow it seemed especially sad that she should cry with those sightless eyes.,The rest was "nought but leather and prunella.",Rich with chrystal dews of night.,Around her car the pensive Hours,,“No,” said Bob. “I’ll stick to the water. I found a canoe and I am just aching to do some paddling. Come on with me.”,Bob was about to ask another question, but thought better of it.,“No kill. Tie, gag, throw in bushes. Him no more trouble to-night. Then come here get you.”,“Yes, it is like a mirror, Grandmother,” answered Tellef.,“Dad! Dad! But I’m glad to see you!” he cried..