Oh, pshaw! It was raining. Johnny Blossom turned a scowling face toward the window. Just what one might expect—to have it rain the very first day of vacation! It always did, always. Funny kind of rain, anyhow—coming down in a regular slant. Perfectly horrid. He had planned to do so much today—be “boatman,” for instance.
Racing sport, “Right,” answered the boy and the trio moved on, only to be stopped again a hundred feet further on and the same order passed.
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Racing sport “I am not a specimen. I am Johnny Blossom.”.
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