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102
JOIINNY BLOSSOM
Aunt Grenertsen looked at them over her
glasses.
"H’m — they are not bruised, these two."
Johnny Blossom made no answer to this
remark, but got up quickly from his chair by the
door and went over to the window where Aunt
Grenertsen sat.
"I thought you might like to have this."
And Johnny Blossom placed the pill box on the
table and gazed expectantly into Aunt
Grenertsen’s wrinkled face.
"Pills?" said Aunt Grenertsen. "I have never
taken pills in all my long life."
"It isn’t pills, it isn’t pills!" exclaimed Johnny
Blossom, hopping about on one foot with joy,
because Aunt Grenertsen would be so pleased
when she saw what it was.
"Just look inside! Just look!" he continued.
Aunt Grenertsen opened the box.
"An old postage stamp," said she.
"Oh, it’s a Mozambique stamp, Aunt
Grenertsen," explained Johnny Blossom earnestly.
"It is awfully rare. There isn’t another one in
the whole town, Aunt Grenertsen."
"Indeed?" Aunt Grenertsen looked at the
little old stamp dubiously, turning it round and
round.
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