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JOIINNY BLOSSOM
good deal and he had at least twelve of them.
And his collection of eggs! Why, yes! They
were perfectly beautiful eggs, and rare, many of
them. To be sure almost every one was broken
a little on one side. That didn’t matter a bit
when they were placed nicely in a box, but
perhaps people who bought eggs would rather
have them whole. Well, the fishing rod was
valuable, anyway.
Johnny Blossom was as red as a peony from
his swift running when he dashed in upon his
mother.
"Mother dear, can’t you sell that fishing rod
for me that I got from Uncle Isaac?"
"Sell your fishing rod? Indeed, you must
not think of such a thing."
"Oh, yes, I must. I must. And my coin
collection — awfully rare, some of the coins
are, really; and my egg collection, too — there
are three perfectly whole eggs in it, at the very
least, and" —
"But why in the world should you sell all
these things?"
"Oh, so that — so that — I tell you what,
Mother, it is dreadful to be blind."
Mother stared in blank amazement.
"And Tellef’s grandmother says that if the
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