At the almshouse all the old women gathered in the hall and stared at Johnny Blossom. He looked very little standing among them. Indeed they would come, all of them, he might be sure of that.,
“All right,” said Bob laughing. “I reckon you’re lost. I’m beat, but I sure hope you will find that you picked the right thing for yourself.”,
“I don’t know. I’ve got to think about it some more. P’r’aps I can get him to explain. I’ll try to.”.
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