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“I like it very much just as it is,” replied Uncle Isaac.,Jerry again! Jerry, on whom the Indian was keeping a firm grip.,Absolute silence again. If only the cuckoo in the clock would come out and call! But it would be almost a quarter of an hour before that would happen. Johnny Blossom racked his brain to think of something to talk about.,Up the gangplank she walked, entirely alone, and looking around with a radiantly happy face.,“What a wonderful thing it is,” Bob said at last.,“Gee whiz, it’s interesting,” said Bob at last, when Jerry put the fascinating instrument away.,Her woman having once more left the room, stopped at the door to listen, but all within remaining silent, she retired to rest.,“Bob breathed so,” said Johnny Blossom.,“I’m sorry that I inflicted it all upon you, Bob. I was sort of acting the cry baby, wasn’t I?”,Mother began to cry again, and there came a lump in Johnny Blossom’s throat. No, he would not cry. Big boys ought never to cry.,Both Bob and Jerry were overjoyed at the invitation. The long trip had made them hungry and they rather wondered where their supper would come from. Mr. Taylor waited until they had taken their suit cases up to the room that had been assigned them and then the little group walked up the street to the cottage that was the assistant engineer’s. His wife, a pleasant-faced woman, welcomed them and seemed especially pleased to see Whitney. Bob realized that his friend evidently was a great favorite and had made many friends during his years in the Service.,“Oh, we were fighting.”.