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That steals the sweetness from the shepherd's flute:,“I’m going to have a party at Kingthorpe,” said Johnny, “and I want you to come. There will be lots and lots of yellow plums.”,“Yes. Perfectly sure.”,“Well, that is because I study here,” said Johnny Blossom.,“I don’t think you will have to wait much longer,” said Whitney laughing. Then he turned to Bob. “Made up your mind yet? You can go along with me if you’re going back East—”,“I think it’s a rotten deal they’re handing you!” exploded the boy.,“Boatmen?” repeated Father, astonished.,Of being one of bygone days.,Of solemn musing, and of vision wild!,And of the world but knows the ways,,Just think! There they sat, in the sunshine on the wharf, eating from their baskets and having such a good time; and here was he, alone, naked, and so frightfully cold. Boo-hoo-hoo! He wanted to go home to Mother. He might crawl home through the gutters—but what would Mother say if he went home without any clothes? Boo-hoo-hoo!,CHAPTER II.