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JOIINNY BLOSSOM
How pleasant that no one was up yet, and
that he could settle himself cosily at Mother’s
writing desk! Uncle Isaac had been his
godfather at baptism, so Johnny Blossom wrote:
"Dear Godfather: A thousand thanks for the
fishing rod. I am so happy. It catches
everything splendidly. This afternoon I am going
to fish in the bay. If you have a pain in your
heart, just rub yourself with kerosene, Jeremias
the wood-cutter says. He smells like a lamp,
but he is well now and walks out with a stick.
It’s nothing if you do smell if you can only be
well."
Johnny Blossom could think of nothing more
to write about, though he stared long and hard
at the walls. His examination report? No, he
would not write about that, for there were some
9’s for conduct and some marks for lessons that
were not as high as one might wish. No, there
was not an atom more to write. So the letter
was signed:
"Your affectionate Johnny Blossom."
After his writing, he went to the wharf and
fished for a while. As it happened he caught
nothing, but it was fun enough just to put out
the rod and draw it in again.
Suddenly the maid Lisa appeared.
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