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IO
JOHNNY BLOSSOM
waxed, for it would be an awful job to take care
of them. When he and Asta played tag around
the dining-room table for instance — my, oh
my! but there would be a good many scratches
on the floor! Queer, that rich people must
have every thing so fine! For his part, he
thought such elegance was only a bother.
How disgusting about Tellef’s old fishing
tackle! And that his jacket should get that
great split in it, too! The pity about the jacket
was that Tellef hadn’t any other. But all the
same, it was mean of Tellef to hit him in the
back.
"Yes, we love our grand old Norway!" This
time he whistled almost the whole tune in his
loud, shrill whistle; then he took to his heels
and was soon at the big gate that led into the
Kingthorpe grounds.
It was queer, but the minute you were inside
that gate you felt quiet, almost solemn, and
like behaving your very best. Everything was
orderly and stately and peaceful. The trees
were very old and very tall, with wonderfully
broad, full crowns. The lawns were very
spacious, with not a single twig on the grass
anywhere, and the paths were always smooth, as
if freshly raked.
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