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“Good afternoon, Aunt Grenertsen, here I am. CHAPTER VII How kind Nils was! The blouse came almost to Johnny’s knees, but now that he had something on there was no reason for not going to the wharf. Still, it was horrid to go among all those strangers, rigged out in this fashion..
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