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“But we weren’t at the Canyon,” put in Bob. “P’r’aps—p’r’aps it goes through a cave,” suggested Bob. “I’ve read about underground rivers, haven’t you?” Uncle Isaac was gazing far away, up toward the sky. “That is being great; the greatest any one in the world can be.”.
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THE SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOOD “Good-by, little Johnny Blossom, and thanks for the pleasure you have given us.” JOHNNY BLOSSOM was the only child present among all the people who had assembled to hear the reading of Uncle Isaac’s will. He had wished that he might go home instead of roaming aimlessly, as he had been doing for a long time, about the grounds which seemed today more solemnly quiet than ever. Only think! He might have been lying under those waves now!.
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