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JOIINNY BLOSSOM
said: "You surely are a little rascal, Johnny
Blossom!"
Indeed he wasn’t a rascal. The whole thing
had just happened of itself. It was no plan of
his, but it was just as unlucky as if it had been.
The new postmaster’s sons were at the bottom
of it really. Such pipestems from Christiania
don’t know anything anyway—and they get
scared so easily! That’s why they lose their
wits when they get into trouble. No one would
believe how silly they were! Still, they were
good-natured and ready to join in anything,
so they were jolly enough playfellows after all.
Early one afternoon the three boys, Olaf,
Herman, and Johnny, had a great desire to go
rowing. They peered everywhere around the wharf
for a boat that they could use. Not a sign of
one was to be seen; not a boat of any kind —
to say nothing of one that they could borrow
in such a hurry. So they went round to the
Custom House wharf. True as you live, there lay
a dory, with oars and everything, right down
at the foot of the little steps. They wouldn’t
have dared to think of taking the boat if it had
been at the big Custom House steps, but since
it was at the little steps near the warehouse, it
was probably not a Custom House boat at all.
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