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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Johnny Blossom - -Author: Dikken Zwilgmeyer - -Illustrator: F. Liley Young - -Translator: Emilie Poulsson - -Release Date: December 10, 2020 [EBook #64005] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JOHNNY BLOSSOM *** - - - - -Produced by David Edwards, Barry Abrahamsen, and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/cover.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c000' /> -</div> -<div> - <h1 class='c001'><span class='c002'><i>Johnny Blossom</i></span></h1> -</div> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div id='frontis' class='figcenter id002'> -<img src='images/frontis.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>TELLEF’S GRANDMOTHER</p> -</div> -</div> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c005'> - <div><span class='c006'>JOHNNY BLOSSOM</span></div> - <div class='c005'><span class='large'>From the Norwegian of</span></div> - <div><span class='xlarge'>DIKKEN ZWILGMEYER</span></div> - <div class='c005'><span class='large'>TRANSLATED BY</span></div> - <div><span class='xlarge'>EMILIE POULSSON</span></div> - <div class='c005'><span class='large'>Illustrations by</span></div> - <div><span class='xlarge'>F. LILEY YOUNG</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c007'> </p> -<div class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/publogo.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c008'> - <div><span class='xlarge'><em class='gesperrt'>THE PILGRIM PRESS</em></span></div> - <div class='c000'>BOSTON NEW YORK CHICAGO</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><em class='gesperrt'>COPYRIGHT, 1912</em></div> - <div><em class='gesperrt'>BY LUTHER H. CARY</em></div> - <div>──────</div> - <div>Published, September, 1912</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><em class='gesperrt'><span class='small'>THE·PLIMPTON·PRESS</span></em></div> - <div><em class='gesperrt'><span class='small'>[W·D·O]</span></em></div> - <div><em class='gesperrt'><span class='small'>NORWOOD·MASS·U·S·A</span></em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id004'> -<img src='images/preface.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c009'>Preface</h2> -</div> -<p class='c010'>HAVING made acquaintance with Johnny -Blossom in his native land of Norway -through the stories about him by Miss -Dikken Zwilgmeyer, the desire to introduce the -amusing, sound-natured boy to American children -has resulted in this translation.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Some liberty has been taken with the original -text, chiefly to eliminate circumstances or incidents -which would not be clear to child readers -in a different environment; but I have taken -pains to keep the translation faithful to the -original in spirit and expression, appreciating -that in these lies much of the wholesome power -of the book.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom is not local but universal. -Interest in him is not even limited to boys. -When the book first appeared, a Norwegian -reviewer wrote:</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Our most popular author of books for little -girls has this year forsaken them, and apparently -gone over to the boys, since her book is about a -boy; ... but I have yet to see the little girl -who would not be glad to read of such a boy as -Johnny Blossom.... Although a genuine boy, -he is a right-minded little fellow with earnest -childlike spirit; and he can never be thoroughly -content until he has had his mother’s full forgiveness -when he has been naughty, or, if he -has wronged any one, until he has made -restitution.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>With confidence that such a child will be a -good story-book friend for our children, and a -favorite with them as he is among his little -compatriots, I send Johnny Blossom forth to -meet his welcome.</p> -<div class='c012'>EMILIE POULSSON</div> - -<p class='c011'><span class='small'><span class='sc'>Hopkinton, Mass.</span>, 1912</span></p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id005'> -<img src='images/contents.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c009'>CONTENTS</h2> -</div> -<table class='table0' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='19%' /> -<col width='64%' /> -<col width='16%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c013'> </td> - <td class='c014'> </td> - <td class='c015'><span class='small'>PAGE</span></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c013'>I.</td> - <td class='c014'><span class='sc'>Johnny Blossom’s Fighting</span></td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#ch01'>3</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c013'>II.</td> - <td class='c014'><span class='sc'>Crab-Fishing</span></td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#ch02'>22</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c013'>III.</td> - <td class='c014'><span class='sc'>A Credit to the School</span></td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#ch03'>33</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c013'>IV.</td> - <td class='c014'><span class='sc'>Aunt Grenertsen’s Apples</span></td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#ch04'>43</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c013'>V.</td> - <td class='c014'><span class='sc'>The Red Buoy</span></td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#ch05'>61</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c013'>VI.</td> - <td class='c014'><span class='sc'>Johnny Blossom’s Christmas Presents</span></td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#ch06'>74</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c013'>VII.</td> - <td class='c014'><span class='sc'>A Present from Uncle Isaac</span></td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#ch07'>86</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c013'>VIII.</td> - <td class='c014'><span class='sc'>Uncle Isaac’s Will</span></td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#ch08'>97</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c013'>IX.</td> - <td class='c014'><span class='sc'>One Day in Vacation</span></td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#ch09'>108</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c013'>X.</td> - <td class='c014'><span class='sc'>Tellef’s Grandmother</span></td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#ch10'>120</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c013'>XI.</td> - <td class='c014'><span class='sc'>The Pet Horse</span></td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#ch11'>130</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c013'>XII.</td> - <td class='c014'><span class='sc'>The Umbrella Adventure</span></td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#ch12'>141</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c013'>XIII.</td> - <td class='c014'><span class='sc'>Johnny Blossom’s Birthday Party</span></td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#ch13'>150</a></td> - </tr> -</table> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id006'> -<img src='images/ill1.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c009'>Illustrations</h2> -</div> -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='62%' /> -<col width='37%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>Tellef’s Grandmother</td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#frontis'><i>Frontispiece</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>Johnny Blossom’s Christmas Presents</td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#p078'>78</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>A Present from Uncle Isaac</td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#p090'>90</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c016'>One Day in Vacation</td> - <td class='c015'><a href='#p114'>114</a></td> - </tr> -</table> -<div class='figcenter id006'> -<img src='images/ill2.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='c002'>JOHNNY BLOSSOM</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id007'> -<img src='images/p003.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='ch01' class='c009'>CHAPTER I His Fighting</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_4_0_675 c017'>OH! Everything was so horrid! That -stupid Tellef Olsen! Always boasting -and bragging about his muscle as if he -were the only one in the town who had muscle. -Well, anyway, he wouldn’t be coming around -here any more to brag about it.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom thrust his arm out fiercely -and drew it slowly in again with his teeth set -and his face getting very red. Ha! That was -awfully good muscle there, just what muscle -ought to be—rounding up in your arm and -as hard as iron to feel of. How tired he had -been of the other boys’ bragging about Tellef, -too. It seemed as if they never talked of anything -else. That was why he had been out of -patience yesterday. Well, he had shown them, -once for all, who was the strongest.</p> - -<p class='c011'>My, oh, my! How he had pounded Tellef! -But he would really like to know whether any -one wouldn’t be a little angry if, when he was -sitting on a fence not thinking of a thing, some -one should come and poke him in the back with -a long stick?</p> - -<p class='c011'>For that was just the way the trouble began. -He had been walking on his tallest stilts the -whole afternoon—the stilts that were exactly, -to the dot, one yard fifteen inches and a half -tall—and then had sat himself on the fence -along the back alley. He was facing the yard, -with his back toward the alley, and that disgusting -Olsen boy came past and gave him a -dig in the back with that sharp stick. Just -think of it! Wouldn’t anybody say it was -unbearable?</p> - -<p class='c011'>Like a flash, John had slid down from the -fence and rushed after Tellef; and then came -the fight.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Gracious! how that boy had yelled! Well, -a good pommeling was just what he deserved. -It was rather a pity, though, that there had -come a great split in his jacket and that his -fishpole had got broken to bits in the fight. -Even if it hadn’t ever been a good pole, it was -wonderful how much he caught with it. He -had to catch fish for his mother every single -day. People said that at Tellef’s house they ate -fish for breakfast, dinner, and supper, and that -they had scarcely anything else to eat. Ugh! -That must be tiresome! There was nothing so -horrid when one came home from school very -hungry, and shouted at the kitchen door -“What are we going to have for dinner?” -as to have Olea the cook say “Codfish.” And -think! That was about all they had to eat down -in Tellef’s shanty.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Well, anyway, Tellef had given him an ugly -scratch on the cheek. It hurt awfully, for it -was a long, deep scratch. Ugh! But the fight -had been a great one, and Tellef and everybody -knew now who was the strongest, and all that -bragging about Tellef’s muscle was done with.</p> - -<p class='c011'>It must be grand to be so strong that one -could, well, beat everybody—that is, of course, -all the boys,—if one had a mind to do it. Not -that he, Johnny Blossom, really wanted to -fight everybody; only to have strength enough -to do it, if it were necessary. And to be able -to hold the heaviest things with your arm -stretched out straight!</p> - -<p class='c011'>Every day at home he had a great gymnastic -performance, holding a dining-room chair at -arm’s length. He could do it splendidly now, -so lately he had thought he would practise -holding his sisters up that way. If he began -with the littlest sister he might by degrees work -up to the biggest. Perhaps even so he might -not be able to manage Asta—she was so fat. -But they were all tiresome. They screamed -if he merely touched them. Just think what -happened in the dining room only yesterday?</p> - -<p class='c011'>Without meaning the least harm, and as -nicely as possible, he had taken Dagny up to -see whether he could hold her two minutes -with his arm out straight and stiff. And that -big child, who was a whole year old, had -roared so that they had come rushing in from -every corner of the house, even Father, from his -midday nap, with rumpled hair and angry -looks. Oh, dear! It was horrid. That stupid -child! People might have understood that he -was just trying his strength.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Everything had been disagreeable all the afternoon, -until by and by he happened to think -of trying to dance a mazurka on his highest -stilts. Doing that he had fortunately forgotten -his troubles.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Then came Tellef’s hitting him in the back -and their fighting, with Tellef, for all his muscle, -getting the worst of it. Of course Mrs. Dahl, -who had seen them fighting, would come and tell -Mother. Awfully pleasant that would be! Oh, -well, he didn’t mind.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom put his hands in his pockets -and whistled, “<i>Yes, we love our grand old Norway</i>,” -loudly and shrilly.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Still, it was perfectly horrid that Tellef’s fishpole -had got smashed. That was awfully bad -luck. And his jacket torn, too. But how -could he expect anything else when he was so -horrid with his boasting and everything?</p> - -<p class='c011'>“<i>Yes, we love our grand old Norway</i>,” Johnny -Blossom whistled again with great vigor.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Perhaps he ought to be looking after his own -fishing tackle. Every one was talking about -going fishing nowadays and he’d better see -whether his tackle was hanging where it should -be, on the wall of the wash-house. William Holm -had done nothing at school today but brag of -that new fishing tackle of his.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Not a sign of Johnny’s was to be seen. Who -could have been so mean as to take it away? Of -course he had put it in its place. (A great stirring -up of things and searching everywhere.) -Dear! How meddlesome people were! Here -they had gone and hidden away his fishing rod. -Really, wouldn’t any one be angry?</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh! there it hung by the boiler closet. But -what a forlorn, miserable thing! He had not -remembered that it was so worn out. Why, -it scarcely held together! It was almost a -disgrace to have such shabby fishing tackle, -especially now when William Holm had that -brand-new pole and Philip Krag was going to -get one tomorrow. No, this old thing would not -do. He positively needed a new outfit, and that -meant that he simply must have some money.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“<i>Yes, we love</i>”—Why, of course! He would -go over to Kingthorpe. It was a long time since -he had been there, certainly as much as two -weeks. What a comfort it was to have such an -uncle as Uncle Isaac of Kingthorpe! For one -thing, it sometimes happened that he made -you a present of a quarter, and a person was so -likely to need a quarter—need it badly, dreadfully, -as he, Johnny Blossom himself, did today.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Without further delay off he started on the road -to Kingthorpe, but his thoughts were still busy.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Uncle Isaac had not given him anything the -last time he was there, nor the time before either, -so very likely—Pshaw! Even if you got nothing -at all from Uncle Isaac, it was always more -than pleasant to go to Kingthorpe. He wasn’t -going there to beg—far from it; he wasn’t -quite so mean as that.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Here his steps lingered a little, but he walked -on nevertheless.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Some things about these visits were rather -tiresome. Not exactly with Uncle Isaac, though -you had to be a bit careful with him, too; but -there was that fussy housekeeper of his, Miss -Melling. One was never sure which door she -would poke her nose out of and call: “Walk -quietly, Johnny. Shut the door softly. Have -you wiped your feet thoroughly, Johnny boy?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The idea of her calling him Johnny boy! -That was perfectly outrageous! What right -had she to call him by that name? He had outgrown -it long ago, and no one used it now except -just herself. Here he would be ten years -old in a fortnight, no, in twelve days—or, to be -exact, twelve days and a half, and so surely he -was too old for that baby name.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Perhaps Miss Melling could fly through the -air, but he couldn’t; and yet she seemed to -think that he could come all the way over here -without getting his shoes muddy! He would -surely ask her today whether she could fly. She -did not look so very light!</p> - -<p class='c011'>All the floors at Kingthorpe were as shining -as a mirror. Mother said they were waxed. It -was a good thing the floors at home were not -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.</p> - -<p class='c011'>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.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“<i>Yes, we love our grand old Norway!</i>” 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.</p> - -<p class='c011'>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.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Every one said that Uncle Isaac was awfully -rich. Well, then, why did he look so sad and -why was he always thinking and thinking so -hard? What in the world could he be puzzling -about when he was so rich? Why, he had -everything, even to a saddle horse and a pleasure -yacht; and the horse was a thoroughbred, -according to Carlstrom the coachman.</p> - -<p class='c011'>It was different with Father. When he looked -troubled, Mother said he was worried about -money matters, and that we had to be very -careful with our money. Pshaw! Why must -some people be so careful about money, and -some ride on fine saddle horses, and some have -nothing but fish to eat, morning, noon, and -night?</p> - -<p class='c011'>If he only hadn’t smashed Tellef’s fishing -rod yesterday!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“<i>Yes, we love our grand old Norway!</i>” Suddenly -he stopped short. Think of his whistling -in Kingthorpe Park! It was to be hoped that -no one had heard. Of course you should be -nice and quiet here. It was to be hoped, too, -that that ill-tempered watchdog would not come -growling along. Not that Johnny Blossom -was afraid of him. Far from it! But that dog -was so cross, you couldn’t like him.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny stood still, unconsciously kicking a -big hole in the path as he meditated. Perhaps -it would be just as well to go straight back home -again without seeing Uncle Isaac; but no—he -really needed a quarter terribly today; and on -he ran through the grounds and burst in at the -big entrance door of Kingthorpe.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The front hall was very grand. It was two -stories high and the floor was of checkered black -and white marble. Here you need not be so -careful about footmarks as on the other floors, -which were all highly polished.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Pshaw! There stood Miss Melling, Uncle -Isaac’s housekeeper. “Why! Is it you, John? -Is there anything particular wanted?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>There! Any one could see by that how horrid -she was—asking if he wanted anything in -particular!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, I just came to see Uncle Isaac, it is so -long since I was here.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Long? It seems to me you were here only -last week.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No, I wasn’t.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, I don’t know whether your uncle is -well enough to see you today. I will find out.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>How tiresome Miss Melling was! Well, if -she offered him cookies and jelly today, as -she sometimes did, she would find out that -he wouldn’t take anything from her. Never in -the world.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Here she was again.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, you may go in; but you must wipe your -feet well and shut the door softly and not stay -so long as to tire him.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Wouldn’t any one suppose that Uncle Isaac -was her uncle and not his, Johnny Blossom’s, -the way she behaved?</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom, cap in hand, tiptoed with -unusual care over the highly polished floor. -First a gentle knock on Uncle’s door, then a -louder one.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Come right in, my boy.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom bowed low as he entered.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Gray-haired, delicate, with sorrowful eyes -and long, white hands, Uncle Isaac sat in his -big, carved, oaken chair.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Good day, John! Now this is very kind of -you to come to me, away out here.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes. I thought it was an awfully long time -since you had seen me.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“True, so it is. I suppose you are very busy -nowadays?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Awfully busy. Tonight we are going out -fishing.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I meant particularly at school.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh! Of course I go to school.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You are a good scholar?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, well, I am not the worst. I’m not one -of the best either, but I’m not the worst, -really.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But you should be among the best, Johnny -Blossom.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>There was a short silence.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It is awfully hard to be among the best, -Uncle Isaac,” with an apologetic smile.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Not if a person is industrious, John.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom suddenly found something -the matter with his shoestring. His face was -very red when he straightened up again, saying, -“How provoking shoestrings are!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“How are your sisters?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, very well.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“My god-daughter, Dagny—she is getting -big now?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“My, oh, my! She is so heavy! You would -hardly believe how heavy she is; but I almost -know that I could lift her and hold her at arm’s -length with my arm out like this, perfectly -straight!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“My dear John! You do not try lifting the -child at arm’s length, as you say?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, I tried once. I could do it well enough, -too; but you should just see how cross that -child is. She roars at nothing.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But there might be a bad accident if you -dropped her.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny smiled condescendingly. “You don’t -know how strong I am, Uncle Isaac. Look at -my muscle here.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Quick as a flash, Johnny’s jacket was off and -he was displaying his little shirt sleeve. “Look -here! Look! Isn’t that good muscle?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Suddenly he glanced around the room. “Isn’t -there something here I can lift?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“My dear Johnny! No, no!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, that fire-screen will be just the thing.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No, no, thank you, John. I am willing to -believe that you are very strong.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“There! This lamp will do.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>A little firm brown hand had already seized -upon the big lamp.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Uncle Isaac roused up. “No, no, my boy! -Let go the lamp! Let go instantly!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, if you don’t want me to show you. -But really, if my little finger were only big -enough, I could lift the lamp just with that.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny shook the brown little finger almost -in Uncle Isaac’s face.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why, what have you done to your face, -John? You have a big scratch there.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, that? Well, that’s—that’s nothing.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But how did you get it?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why—it—it came so.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Came so? What do you mean?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, we were fighting.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why were you fighting?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It was just that stupid Tellef Olsen. He -bragged so much about being the strongest of -all the boys”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“And then?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“The whole school said he was the strongest, -and that was disgusting, for it wasn’t true. I’m -a great deal stronger than Tellef. I am really -awfully strong, I am.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“And so you fought?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes. I was up on the fence yesterday, and -Tellef Olsen went past in the alley and hit me -in the back with a long switch”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“And then?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why, yes. Then we fought each other, you -know.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>A silence followed this remark. Since Uncle -Isaac said nothing, Johnny continued:</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I beat, too! My, what a thrashing I gave -him! Now they’ll know I am the strongest. -I’d rather be strong than anything else.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Again it was very still.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You say that, do you, John? You think -that to be strong is the greatest thing? Possibly -it was, in past ages; but in the future, the man -with the most love in his heart, the best man, -will be the greatest. Remember that, little -John Blossom.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The boy looked at his uncle in astonishment. -The man with the most love in his heart the -best man? <i>He</i> the greatest of all?</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes,” continued Uncle Isaac. “He who heals -instead of wounds, he who does good and helps -the needy, he is the greatest, John Blossom.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Heals and not wounds; does good; helps the -needy. Johnny sat staring at his Uncle Isaac. -Deep within his heart there lay a weight, a -sadness. It was the thought of Tellef Olsen’s -fishing rod that he had broken to smithereens—Tellef’s, -who had to go fishing every day or -his mother and the children would have nothing -to eat; and of the jacket all split, too,—the -only one Tellef had.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Uncle Isaac was gazing far away, up toward -the sky. “That is being great; the greatest -any one in the world can be.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>All at once it had become very impressive in -there with Uncle Isaac, who seemed to have -forgotten him and continued gazing up into the -sky. Johnny Blossom turned and fidgeted in -his seat. “I’ve got to go,” he said suddenly.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, well. Wait a minute.” Uncle Isaac -took out his pocket-book and gave John two -bright half-dollars. “There is always something -you would like to buy for yourself, little John, -so take this; but don’t fight any more, and -remember what it is that makes a man great.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Thank you, Uncle Isaac. Good-by.” With -this Johnny Blossom bowed and vanished.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Out in the front hall stood Miss Melling, -holding in her hand a plate on which was a big -piece of cake with thick frosting on it.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Johnny boy, see here! Here is something -for you.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>He had bitten into the cake before he remembered -that he never in the world was going -to take any more goodies from Miss Melling. -“Thank you.” He bowed low, with his mouth -crammed full of cake. “Thank you.” Of course -he couldn’t possibly say that he wouldn’t have -the cake when she put it right under his nose -that way. He had thought of her asking him -to go into her room to be treated to cookies and -jelly. That was what he had meant he would -not do.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Soon he was in the grounds again, but he did -not hurry, nor did he give one thought to the -cross mastiff. Every now and then he opened his -hand to look at the two silver pieces. To think -that he really had two half-dollars! He could -get himself extra good fishing tackle for that -much money—far better than William Holm’s -even. Yes, as Uncle Isaac had said, there was -always something you wanted to buy for yourself. -What was that other thing Uncle Isaac -had said? The man with the most love in his -heart was the greatest? He who was kind was -greater than he who was strong?</p> - -<p class='c011'>How hard he had hit Tellef in the face! How -the blood had spurted out from his nose! It was -too bad. Tellef had not been out to play last -night or today either. How that jacket of his -looked, torn that way! Really, it was a perfect -shame.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Again and again Johnny Blossom opened his -hand and looked at the silver pieces. Suddenly, -speaking aloud in his determination, he said: -“I am going to give these to Tellef. It was -an awful shame for me to fight him like that, -even if he did hit me in the back.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny dashed off at a run. What if they -hadn’t had even fish to eat at Tellef’s house -today on account of the broken pole?</p> - -<p class='c011'>The road was very steep and he almost slid -down, landing right near the shanty where -Tellef lived. Oh, dear! What was to be done -next? It would be very embarrassing to say -to Tellef that he felt ashamed of himself. How -could he do it?</p> - -<p class='c011'>Aha! there was Christina, Tellef’s little -sister.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Here, Christina. Will you give these to -Tellef?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom handed her the two half-dollars, -speaking fast and feeling in a great -hurry to get away. Christina looked at him -in amazement.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“What for?” she asked.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, because I fought him; because his -fishpole got smashed.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>He was off, leaping up the steep road. Christina -looked at the money and then at the disappearing -boy and said, “How queer he was!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>For several days Johnny Blossom avoided -meeting Tellef, but he saw that Tellef had -bought a handsome strong fishing rod, and that -he had had fish to take home every single day.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“That’s fine new tackle you have,” said -William Holm to Tellef one afternoon.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes.” Tellef cast a smiling glance at Johnny -Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>With that it was as if the old score between -them was wiped out once for all. That same -afternoon they went fishing together and talked -much about the new fishing rod’s wonderful -catching powers; but not a word did Johnny -Blossom say as to why he had given the money -to Tellef, nor did Tellef ever mention it. And -there was no more talk between them as to who -was the stronger.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id007'> -<img src='images/p022a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='ch02' class='c009'>CHAPTER II<br /> <br />Crab Fishing</h2> -</div> -<div class='figright id008'> -<img src='images/p022b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_35_0_675 c017'>NOW there was going to be fun in plenty! -Hadn’t they come out to Oxen Bay for -the whole summer, Mother and the -three sisters and himself? And wasn’t Father -coming every Saturday to spend Sunday? They -were living in Pilot Taraldsen’s small yellow -house, and he and his boy Eric had moved out -into a sort of woodshed for the summer. Johnny -Blossom had turned somersaults all over the -field near the house for pure joy, on his first -arrival at Oxen Bay.</p> - -<p class='c011'>One hot noontide he and Eric lay on the -wharf in the baking sunshine. It was -not Pilot Taraldsen’s wharf near the -house, but the old -wharf beyond the -woods.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Really it was a delightful old wharf. Near -the shore it was built on rocks and stones, but -farther out there were thick piles on which the -great heavy boards were laid. There was no -railing, and at the extreme end a single board -to which boats could be fastened projected far -out over the water. The boards shone white -and hot in the sun. The piles down in the -water were covered with tiny shells, seaweed, -and greenish slime.</p> - -<p class='c011'>What a clear light green the water was under -the wharf! You could see every single snail -shell, every starfish, and every tiniest stone on the -smooth, light-colored bottom. Whole schools of -small fish darted, quick as lightning, between -the slimy old piles. Once in a while a lazy eel -glided under the wharf, wound slowly in and -out, lay still a moment as if to sun itself, then -slowly, curve after curve, took itself out again.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The path leading down from the woods was so -rough and steep that people never liked to walk -on it; and no boats were kept at this wharf -except the sail-boat belonging to a merchant from -the city. The merchant’s boat was an unusually -beautiful one. It was painted a dazzling white -and had “Sea Mew” in golden letters on one -side of it.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom and Eric, the pilot’s son, lay -on the wharf with their heads stretched out -over the edge, gazing down into the water. -“Shall we fish for crabs?” asked Eric. Of course -Johnny thought this was just the thing to do. -Eric took a long string from his pocket and -tied a stone at the end.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“See that thundering big one away over there? -I’m going to get her,” said Eric, pointing to a -venerable looking crab that had been lying for -a long time squeezed in between two rocks. -The boys dangled the string with the stone on -it temptingly near the big crab. Crabs usually -get excited over a stone swinging above them -that way. They reach up for it, grip it tightly, -and—a jerk and up they come! But this -crab had seen too many such stones in its -long life, and lay stock still without moving a -claw.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Come, old lady,” encouraged Eric.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“She’s dead,” said Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Not a bit of it, Bub, she’s only sly.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Perhaps I can poke her out with a stick,” -suggested Johnny. But not a stick could they -find, though they looked all around. In the -sail-boat, however, there was the finest kind of -a boat-hook.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I’ll get that boat-hook,” said Johnny, -jumping on board the “Sea Mew.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, I’ll poke her out,” said Eric.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No, I will,” said Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>They disputed over this a long time.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You must remember I got the boat-hook,” -urged Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Finally they agreed to take turns poking at -the crab, but it would not budge. It lay as if -it were nailed fast to the rocks.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Get out of that, you old grandmother!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom grew more and more excited. -He stood on the tip end of the plank that extended -out over the water.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“There! Now!” Eric cheered him on. -“Reach farther out, Bub! She’s stirring a -little. Farther out, I say.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Splash! There lay Johnny Blossom and the -boat-hook in the water. Oh, how angry he was! -“Ugh—Ugh!” he sputtered.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Dropping the boat-hook, he swam the couple -of strokes that would bring him to the wharf, -and climbed up.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Ugh, how wet I am!” said Johnny, and then,</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Catch that boat-hook there!” he shouted, -as it floated almost to the edge of the wharf.</p> - -<p class='c011'>No—Eric could not catch the boat-hook—and -there was no boat for them to go after it in; -so Johnny Blossom had to jump into the water -again, catch the boat-hook, and swim to shore -with it. Ugh! how sopping wet he was!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Take your clothes off and dry them then,” -said Eric.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny wriggled himself out of his wet blouse -and shirt and everything, wrung them out, and -spread them to dry upon the sun-warmed boards. -In the meantime Eric had possessed himself -of the boat-hook and was poking at the crab.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Ha! I’ll get her out!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>No—Johnny Blossom claimed that it was -still his turn. They had a tussle over it and -Johnny won; and there he stood, stark naked -in the sunshine on the projecting plank, poking -and thrusting with the boat-hook.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Suddenly they heard voices. Who in the -world was coming? The boys looked toward -the forest.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Yes, there was a lady and a gentleman on the -path—that rough path full of tree roots and -stones; and another lady and gentleman—and -following them two ladies—more ladies—in -light dresses and with baskets.</p> - -<p class='c011'>My, oh, my! Here he stood without any -clothes on and with the boat-hook from the -“Sea Mew” in his hand! And here came the -merchant who owned the sail-boat.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Eric took to his heels and sped like an arrow -across the beach and up to the forest. Johnny -Blossom sprang after him, throwing the boat-hook -on the wharf as he went. He never thought -of his clothes until he was in the woods.</p> - -<p class='c011'>My! how he ran! He was in such a fright -that he did not once glance back. My, oh, my! -Here he was running along in his bare skin; -while his clothes, wet as wet could be, were -lying down there among all those elegant ladies!</p> - -<p class='c011'>And home was a good way off; first through -the forest, then along the stone wall, and all -across the Karine place, where everybody could -see him. How disgusting! Where Eric was, or -even which way he had gone in the woods, -Johnny had no idea.</p> - -<p class='c011'>From the wharf below came the sound of -laughter. How those ladies were laughing and -shouting! He could not see them because of -the trees, but the talk and laughter was -incessant.</p> - -<p class='c011'>He threw himself down behind a wild rosebush. -They would probably sail away soon and -then he could go down after his clothes. Pretty -lucky to have got away from that cross merchant! -Eric had always said he was an awfully -cross man.</p> - -<p class='c011'>A long time Johnny lay there and all the while -the sound of talk and laughter floated up to him, -so he knew that the picnic party must still be -on the wharf. The wind began to blow harder; -it blew colder, too, horridly cold in fact, and he -felt almost frozen. Shivering and with his teeth -chattering, he crept back a little way toward the -wharf and gazed down from behind a tree trunk.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Just think! There they sat, in the sunshine -on the wharf, eating from their baskets and -having such a good time; and here was he, -alone, naked, and so frightfully cold. Boo-hoo-hoo! -He wanted to go home to Mother. He -might crawl home through the gutters—but -what would Mother say if he went home without -any clothes? Boo-hoo-hoo!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“What’s the matter? What ye cryin’ fer?” -It was Nils the fisherman who spoke and whose -coming over the soft grass Johnny had not -noticed.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Land’s sakes! Layin’ here naked, boy?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Then Johnny Blossom cried in earnest.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes”—sob, sob—“my clothes are down on -the wharf and the ladies are sitting there eating -and laughing and—boo-hoo-hoo!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Hev ye ben doin’ suthin’ bad? Dassn’t ye -go git yer things?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I tumbled into the water”—sob—“and we -took the boat-hook from ‘Sea Mew’—and then -the people came and I ran”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, well! See here. I’ll lend ye my blouse. -Put it on and run down fer yer clo’es.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>How kind Nils was! The blouse came almost -to Johnny’s knees, but now that he had something -on there was no reason for not going to -the wharf. Still, it was horrid to go among all -those strangers, rigged out in this fashion.</p> - -<p class='c011'>He took his way slowly down, hiding behind -trees, looking out and then sneaking forward -again, until he reached the open beach. The -picnic party was still feasting merrily, making -speeches and drinking one another’s health. -Johnny stole along, dodging from rock to rock. -Suddenly one of the ladies called out: “Mercy! -there he is!” Then they all clapped their hands and -shouted to him and clapped their hands again.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Come here, boy,” called a very stout gentleman, -the cross merchant who owned the “Sea -Mew.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, dear! How embarrassing it was—perfectly -horrid! And how they roared again as -he came on to the wharf!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“What kind of a specimen are you?” asked -the stout gentleman.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I am not a specimen. I am Johnny -Blossom.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No—are you really?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny did not see anything to laugh at, yet -they laughed harder than ever.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“May I ask whether it was you that took -the boat-hook out of my sail-boat?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The stout gentleman had a tight grip on -Johnny’s little red ear.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Please excuse me about the boat-hook,” and -a small brown hand was stretched out and laid -in the merchant’s hand.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Come now. He shall have a cake,” said one -of the ladies. “Here, take more; take these, -and these.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why don’t you eat them?” asked another -lady.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, I’m going to give them to Nils the -fisherman.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why is that?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Because he lent me his blouse.” Johnny -Blossom was exceedingly serious throughout -the whole conversation.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Good-by.” He bowed, his little naked -heels put together in most formal manner.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Good-by, little Johnny Blossom, and thanks -for the pleasure you have given us.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Just what the pleasure was Johnny Blossom -could not exactly understand.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You mustn’t put those wet clothes on,” -said one lady.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, they’re dry,” said Johnny, feeling of -the clothes. “They’re as dry as tinder.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>At this they all laughed again. There was a -very wet place on the wharf where the clothes -had lain.</p> - -<hr class='c018' /> - -<p class='c011'>Fortunately Mother was out when he first -got home, and Lisa the maid was very kind in -helping him get dry clothes. It was queer, but -perhaps his others had not been as dry as tinder, -after all.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny deliberated all the afternoon as to -whether he should tell his mother what had -happened or not. She was so everlastingly -anxious about such things. But when she -came to his room to say good night, he burst -out with it.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Mother, I fell in the water today.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, my boy!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, I just tumbled right in.” He got up -in bed, eager to show how he fell. “But it was -horrid afterward, because some fine ladies and -gentlemen came, who ate and drank there on the -wharf a long time; and then Nils the fisherman -lent me his blouse, and they gave me some -cream cakes”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why in the world should Nils lend you his -blouse?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, because I was all naked and had been -lying behind a bush ever so long”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But, John dear!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Nils was so happy over the cakes. He took -them home to that sick boy of his.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Didn’t you eat any of them yourself?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No—I gave them all to Nils; but that -stout man pinched my ear pretty hard, I can -tell you.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Had you done something wrong, John?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well—that was because of the boat-hook, -you see; but I asked him to excuse me and we -shook hands.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Rather an involved story,” thought Mother. -But she said: “Well, now you must say your -prayers and go to sleep.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>So Johnny Blossom repeated the little prayers -he had said every night since he was two years -old, and was soon sleeping peacefully.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id005'> -<img src='images/p033.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='ch03' class='c009'>CHAPTER III<br /> <br />A Credit to the School</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_3_0_675 c017'>JOHNNY BLOSSOM was walking home from -school. He carried his head high; his -turned-up, freckled nose was held proudly -in the air; his cap hung on the back of his -head. Both hands were in his pockets, and -his loud whistling waked the echoes as he -strode through Jensen Alley. Perfectly splendid -monthly report! Of course he knew it, -word for word, and he said it over to himself -again, as he had many times.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“<i>John has lately been more industrious. With -his excellent ability he is now a credit to the school.</i>”</p> - -<p class='c011'>This was signed with nothing less than the -Principal’s name. Not just a teacher’s—no, -thank you! A credit to the school. The whistling -grew louder and more piercing. A credit -to the school. He was going straight to Father -with this report, and would lay it right under -Father’s nose.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Well, he <i>had</i> been industrious. He had gone -over every lesson five times, and he could rattle -off all the exceptions in his German grammar -and all the mountains in Asia, even those with -the awfully hard names.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Really, it was rather pleasant to know your -lessons well and rank with the good scholars. -Now he should be able to crow over Asta. -She often had to sit the whole afternoon with -her fingers in her ears, mumbling and studying, -and even then couldn’t get her lessons -sometimes, and would cry; but, of course, she -was only a girl.</p> - -<p class='c011'>He would take this report to Uncle Isaac of -Kingthorpe, too. Uncle Isaac was always -questioning and probing to find out how he got -on at school. Now he should see! Sharp whistling -again pierced the air.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Another wonderfully interesting thing was -that “Goodwill of Luckton” had arrived. He had -seen it at Forsberg’s wharf when he was going to -school. At this thought Johnny Blossom broke -into a run. Darting through the little gate to -their own back yard, he burst into the entry -and, in the same headlong fashion, into the -dining room. The family was already at the -table.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Here is my monthly report and ‘Goodwill of -Luckton’ has come,” exclaimed Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Father and Mother looked at the report. -“Very good, John,” said Father; and Johnny -felt Mother’s gentle hand stroking his hair.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But what is it that has come?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“‘Goodwill of Luckton,’ of course.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny was gulping his soup with great haste.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Express yourself clearly and eat properly.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Everything had to be so proper to suit Father.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“The apple boat, the one Mr. Lind and Mrs. -Lind own, you know—that comes every -autumn.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Yes, the apple boat. It was painted green as -it had been last year; the sails were patched; the -poorest apples lay in heaps on the deck, the -medium sort were in bags, and the best apples -were in baskets. In the midst of this tempting -abundance Mrs. Lind, who was uncommonly -stout, usually sat, knitting. When her husband -was up in town delivering apples Mrs. Lind -took care of the boat, the apples, and Nils and -everything. Nils, their son, was more to look -after than all the rest put together, for he was -the worst scalawag to be found along the whole -coast.</p> - -<p class='c011'>John kept on eating and talking. “Nils is a -bad boy, Mother. When he talks to his mother, -he keeps the side of his face toward her perfectly -sober; but he makes faces with the side toward -us. It is awfully funny and we laugh; and Mrs. -Lind thinks we are laughing at her, and then she -scolds, and oh! her scolding is so funny!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Shortly after dinner Johnny Blossom was out -in the woodshed whittling a boat. How delightful -and how queer that he should be “a credit -to the school!” He would be awfully industrious -now every single day; go over every lesson six -times, at least.</p> - -<p class='c011'>This boat that he was making was going to be -a fine one—Johnny Blossom held it out and -peered sharply at it, first lengthwise, then sidewise—the -finest boat any one had ever whittled. -Every one who saw it would say, “Who -made that beautiful, graceful boat?” Well, -here was the boy who could do it!</p> - -<p class='c011'>One of these days he must carve out a big ship -about half a yard long and make it an exact -copy of a real ship.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom lost himself in wondering -whether, when it was finished, he shouldn’t -take the ship to school to show to the Principal. -If he did, the Principal would, of course, praise -him very much, for it would be an extraordinarily -well-shaped, handsome ship.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Yes, Johnny Blossom decided that he would -take it to school for the Principal to see. It -should be painted and have real sails. Oh, dear! -Then he should have to ask Asta to hem the sails! -Horrid tease as she was, she sewed remarkably -well. Girls weren’t good for much else.</p> - -<p class='c011'>How would it be to make a sloop next—one -exactly like the “Goodwill of Luckton?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>At this he threw down the boat which was to be -so wonderfully graceful and rushed off toward the -wharf. How stupid of him to stay at home whittling -when the “Goodwill of Luckton” had come!</p> - -<p class='c011'>Of course there were several boys hanging -around there—Aaron, Stephen, and Carl. -Otherwise not even a cat was to be seen. Streets -and wharf were deserted in the quiet noon hour. -Mrs. Lind sat nodding upon the deck. Nils -lounged on some bags at the front of the boat, -amusing himself making faces. Mr. Lind was -probably up in the town doing errands.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Give us an apple,” whispered Stephen to -Nils. Nils did not answer, but gave Stephen -a sly look and then made a hideous face.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Throw some ashore,” suggested Johnny -Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Just one apiece,” whispered Carl.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, don’t then, you miser!” said Aaron.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Suddenly Nils, with a slyer look than usual -on his sly face, went down into the cabin. A -minute after he came stamping up again.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Mother, Mother! The coffee is boiling over. -Hurry!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Mrs. Lind waddled hastily across the deck -and squeezed herself down the narrow stairway.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Come now!” called Nils guardedly to the -boys on shore. “Come now! Hurry up and -take some apples.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The boys on the wharf did not wait to be -called again but jumped upon the deck and -rushed at the bags of fruit.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Mother, Mother!” roared Nils. “Hurry! -There are thieves at the apples! Oh, hurry!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>In an incredibly short time Mrs. Lind had -come upstairs, and there stood Mr. Lind also, -exactly as if he had shot up out of the ground.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Nils declared loudly: “Before I knew a thing -about it, these boys rushed on board and began -grabbing some of the best apples.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, how Mr. Lind and his wife scolded as -they seized the astounded boys! Mr. Lind held -two of them and Mrs. Lind two—she had a -remarkably strong grip—while Nils flew after -a policeman. The frightened boys cried and -begged to be set free. A crowd gathered on the -wharf in no time.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Soon the policeman came. “You will have -to go with me to the police station,” said he -to the boys. They tried to explain that Nils -had invited them on board, but it availed nothing. -“You go with me to the police station,” -was the only reply the policeman made to anything -they said.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, but it was horrid, having to go along the -streets with him! Nils should have his pay for -getting them into this trouble! At the police -station their names were recorded and then the -boys were allowed to go. Johnny Blossom, -shamefaced and troubled, ran straight home.</p> - -<p class='c011'>In the afternoon the policeman called to talk -with Father. Father was very serious and -Mother looked frightfully worried. Sister Asta -stared with open mouth. John had a bitter -time of it while the matter was being settled, -and afterward Asta’s teasing voice followed -him everywhere as she kept calling out: -“Credit to the scho-ol! Great credit! Wonderful -credit! Credit to the scho-ol!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, how horrid, how horrid everything was! -Well, he wouldn’t go out any more today, that -he wouldn’t; he would stay in his room with -the door locked. He had been so delighted with -his report, and now even that gave him no -pleasure. Of course he couldn’t go to Uncle -Isaac with it after this disgrace.</p> - -<p class='c011'>A sudden thought struck him. He would not -keep the report any longer. To have “A credit -to the school” upon it was too embarrassing -after what had happened.</p> - -<p class='c011'>He had <i>not</i> stolen apples, he really had not; -but he had been taken to the police station and -his name, John Blossom, was written on the -police records. Though he had not stolen apples, -he had known very well that Mr. Lind and his -wife would be angry if boys went on board and -helped themselves to apples, even if Nils had -said they might.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Pshaw! Everything was horrid. The boys at -school would soon know all about it and then -they would tease just as Asta did. No, he -would not keep that report; he would give it -back to the Principal; that was just what he -would do. So Johnny Blossom, saying nothing -at home of his intention, went with determined -step to the Principal’s house. His cap, instead -of being set jauntily far back on his head, was -jammed well down over his eyes.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Is the Principal at home?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, come in.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The Principal was a large man with a thick, -blond beard and sharp, blue eyes.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Good day, Johnny Blossom! What did you -want to see me about?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It is horrid, but”—great searching first in -one pocket of his trousers, then in the other—“but -if you will please take this report back”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Take it back? What do you mean, John?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why, because it says here he is a credit to -the school, and he isn’t that—not now.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“What is that you say? Speak out, my boy.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The boy looked very little as he stood with -his knees shaking before the big Principal.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Because—because his name has been written -in the police records today, and the policeman -took him there, and so it was horrid that -this report should say he was a credit”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Come, John. Tell me about it from the -beginning.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why, Nils of the ‘Goodwill of Luckton’ got -his mother to go down-stairs and then he called -us boys to come aboard and get some apples; -and when we went he told his mother there were -thieves on board; and he called the policeman.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Nils asked you to come on board?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, yes; but for all that I knew Mr. and Mrs. -Lind would be angry. I knew that perfectly -well. But I went, and then I wasn’t a credit to -the school; so if you will please take this report -back”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>There was a short silence.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I think you may keep the report,” said the -Principal at last. “For you will surely not do -anything of the kind again, Johnny Blossom.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No. I shan’t have to be taken up by a -policeman ever any more.” Johnny shook his -head energetically. “And I’m going to study -hard. Thank you.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>At the door he repeated his “thank you” as -he bowed himself out.</p> - -<p class='c011'>When he was in the street he put the precious -report into his pocket, whistling joyously a -beautiful tune that his mother often played. -Who cared for any one’s teasing now? Even the -boys might try it if they liked, for he was ready -for them. The Principal knew all there was to -know. Awfully kind man, that Principal!</p> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id005'> -<img src='images/p043a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='ch04' class='c009'>CHAPTER IV<br /> <br />Aunt Grenertsen’s Apples</h2> -</div> -<div class='figright id009'> -<img src='images/p043b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_3_0_675 c017'>THAT apple tree of Aunt -Grenertsen’s was too tantalizing! -Big, beautiful -apples hung there day after day, -and nobody ever seemed to think -of such a thing as taking one off. -Aunt Grenertsen might, for instance, -so easily say to old Katrina, -her housemaid: “Shake down an -apple or two for Johnny Blossom”; -but no indeed! Far from it. Never -in the world had she suggested anything -of the kind, although he had -been in there every single day since -the apples had begun to turn.</p> - -<p class='c011'>It was a little farther to go home -around past Aunt Grenertsen’s, but -he didn’t mind that, for it was interesting -to watch how the apples -grew and to see whether Katrina had gathered -any. But day after day everything remained -exactly the same. There hung the apples still—the -only change being that they grew riper and -riper and more tempting. Aunt Grenertsen -sat gazing out of her window from behind the -plants, and old Katrina, grumpy as ever, stood -at the kitchen window peering over the sash -curtain, in exactly the same way every day.</p> - -<p class='c011'>He was just sick and tired of seeing those -apples in that good-for-nothing garden. Good-for-nothing -it certainly was, and very, very old. -There was only one apple tree besides the one -Johnny was so interested in, but its fruit could -scarcely be called apples at all. He would call -them croquet balls—such hard green things -as they were—hard as rocks. Of course if -any of them were on the ground, he bit into -them. In fact, he had eaten a good many of -them first and last, but they were horrid things, -anyway.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The currants in Aunt Grenertsen’s garden -were nothing to speak of, either. Awfully sour, -small pinheads! The raspberries were small, -too, but at any rate, they were sweet.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Not another thing was to be found in that -garden—not a decent sugar pea nor a carrot -even; just some stupid mignonette and violets -and other flowers that smelled sweet—as if -they were any good! No, truly, Aunt Grenertsen’s -garden was not very pleasant.</p> - -<p class='c011'>For that matter, neither was she. She was -not really his aunt and he was glad of it; but -she was Mother’s aunt, and so all the family -called her Aunt Grenertsen, just as Mother did.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Aunt Grenertsen had lived in the little house -on King Street for an age, ever since he could -remember; and everything she had was very old-fashioned. -There was a cuckoo clock, and a -blue glass jar with dried rose-leaves in; and on -the window sill an old gray cat blinked and -purred among the plants.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Aunt Grenertsen was difficult to talk with—so -contrary, somehow, even if not really cross, -that it was very tiresome. She wasn’t the least -bit like Uncle Isaac of Kingthorpe, who was -always kind and gentle, always pleasant. Oh, -dear, no! Aunt Grenertsen wasn’t like Uncle -Isaac; far, far from it!</p> - -<p class='c011'>Suppose, for instance, that he went to her -house for a little call, as he often did, for Mother -liked him to go—and Aunt Grenertsen sometimes -had exceedingly good cakes which she -called “half moons”; and just now there were -these delicious ripe apples. During such calls -she could be remarkably disagreeable. “What -is the weather today?” she would say; and before -he could answer, would add “Oh, well! -No use asking you. Children never notice the -weather.” Or, “What kind of fish is there -nowadays at the wharf?—but you wouldn’t -know that.” Or, “Who is to preach tomorrow? -Well there! I wonder at my asking you.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>No, she never thought he knew anything about -anything, and that was so exasperating! He -knew very well what the weather was; he knew -all the kinds of fish that were for sale at the -wharf every day; and he also knew that the -old minister was to preach tomorrow; but do -you suppose Aunt Grenertsen would believe a -thing he told her? “I can’t depend on that,” -she would say.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Aunt Grenertsen certainly was difficult to talk -with; and sometimes he did not even get a “half -moon.” He believed he wouldn’t go there any -more, or try to please either her or old Katrina, -who was almost worse than Aunt Grenertsen.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Katrina wanted everything done just so; the -garden gate must not only be shut but latched; -he must walk in the middle of the path, and he -must always use the kitchen door. If he went -to the other door, he was sure to hear “Dear, -dear! How grand he is today! He must come -in at the front door and make some one leave -her work to let him in.” No, indeed. He -would not go all that way around by King Street -any more. Their old apples could hang and -hang there forever, for all he cared.</p> - -<hr class='c018' /> - -<p class='c011'>For fully four days Johnny Blossom did not -show himself inside of Aunt Grenertsen’s green-painted -garden fence; but on the fifth day he -thought it would be interesting after all to see -whether the apples still hung on the tree. It -seemed an age since he had looked at them, and -it would be disappointing enough if they had -been gathered.</p> - -<p class='c011'>No, luckily, there they hung. And Aunt -Grenertsen was gazing out of the window from -behind her plants, and Katrina peering over the -sash curtains just as usual. Well, he would go -in and see how Aunt Grenertsen was today. -The front door was unlocked, so he could go in -that way without inconveniencing her highness, -Katrina.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Good afternoon, Aunt Grenertsen. How do -you do?” He sat down in the chair by the door, -where he knew he was expected to sit.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Good afternoon, Johnny Blossom.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Dead silence for a long time.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Ugh! he would have to try to talk.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Mother has gone to a luncheon party today.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I can well believe it,” said Aunt Grenertsen. -“People never stay at home in these days. They -are forever flying about.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Father was at a meeting last night.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I haven’t the least doubt of it.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Absolute silence again. If only the cuckoo in -the clock would come out and call! But it -would be almost a quarter of an hour before that -would happen. Johnny Blossom racked his -brain to think of something to talk about.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“We baked cookies at home yesterday,” he -said suddenly.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Then I presume you ate more of them than -was good for you.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, no, Johnny Blossom had not over-eaten; -he could easily eat some today, too; he had had -only those that were burnt.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Burnt, hey? Well, there’s nothing a boy -won’t put into his stomach.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Aunt Grenertsen was unusually disagreeable -today. Not a word could he say about the -apples, because he had so often before brought -up that subject.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, I think I must go now,” he said, rising -slowly.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, you had better,” said Aunt Grenertsen. -But when he had gone into the hall she called, -“Johnny Blossom!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>He looked in again.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why, there are those ripe apples. You might -climb up in the tree for them, you are so small -and light.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, Aunt Grenertsen. I’ll go right up now, -this minute.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No. Come tomorrow. It is altogether too -late this afternoon.”</p> - -<hr class='c018' /> - -<p class='c011'>The next day, at a little past two, Johnny -Blossom was again in Aunt Grenertsen’s garden. -He had gulped down his dinner at an alarming -rate, and then hurried to King Street, stopping -on his way to get Tellef; for there must be one -person to climb and shake the tree and one to -stand below and pick up the apples. However, -Tellef must stay outside the garden until Aunt -Grenertsen had been informed that Johnny had -brought an assistant.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Good afternoon, Aunt Grenertsen, here I -am.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, you are early enough I hope. I want -to say this much, Johnny Blossom, that I -won’t have it on my conscience that you should -eat any half-rotten apples—and there are -usually a good many half-rotten of this kind—but -those that are cracked or bruised you -may have, for they won’t keep anyway.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Thank you, Aunt Grenertsen.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I suppose you can get along without Katrina’s -help.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, yes, perfectly. For that matter, I have -a boy outside there who will be a fine helper. -He’s very quick and oh! awfully strong.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I hadn’t supposed great strength was necessary -to pick a few apples.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“He’s a very good boy, too, Aunt Grenertsen.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Glad to hear it. Well, bring your paragon in -and go to work.”</p> - -<hr class='c018' /> - -<p class='c011'>At last Johnny Blossom and Tellef stood -under the apple tree with a big basket.</p> - -<p class='c011'>My, oh, my! Just look at all the apples! -There must be fully a half bushel—a good -many for such a little old tree.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You go up in the tree and shake it,” said -Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Here I go,” responded Tellef. He sprang -to the tree, gripped the trunk with his knees and -was up in a trice. Vigorous shaking. Five big -apples thumped to the ground.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Five big ones and all of them bruised, so -they are for us,” shouted Johnny Blossom; and -the apples vanished inside his blouse.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, but I want some,” answered Tellef -from the tree.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Of course. I just put them in here to keep.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Another shaking of the branches. Besides -some decayed ones, four good apples fell, hitting -the ground with such force that these, too, -were crushed or cracked. Tellef was down on -the instant. My, oh, my! but they were delicious -apples. Neither of the boys had ever tasted -any equal to them. A sharp knock sounded on -Aunt Grenertsen’s window, and Johnny hurried -over there.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It seems to me you do nothing but eat,” -came through the window.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, no. These are some that got smashed -and you said we might eat those.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Such rough shaking, I don’t like. You must -pick the apples.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, Aunt Grenertsen.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Up the tree went both the boys. They picked -six apples, but found it impossible to reach -any more. All the others hung upon thin old -branches that cracked if you but touched them, -and would by no means bear a boy’s weight. -The boys tried and tried to get the apples, but -the tempting things hung exasperatingly out -of reach.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No use,” said Johnny. “I’ll have to stand -under the tree and hold the basket, while you -shake the apples into it. Then they won’t -whack on the ground and bruise themselves.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>First, however, the six perfect apples were -laid carefully upon the porch steps.</p> - -<p class='c011'>John held the basket under a branch while -Tellef shook it. Eight apples bounced and rolled -in the garden path, but not one fell into the -basket and not one but showed a bruise or a split.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“What a stupid you are to shake them off -that way!” exclaimed Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Not a bit. It is you who are stupid about -holding the basket,” retorted Tellef.</p> - -<p class='c011'>They stole glances at Aunt Grenertsen’s window. -Fortunately, she was not looking out and -so had not seen the unlucky outcome of this -attempt. Hastily thrusting the eight apples -into their blouses, they both climbed the tree -again and stretched and reached their utmost -till one branch broke and the boys nearly tumbled -from the tree.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well. We’ll just have to shake them off.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, we must; but shake gently.” Three -much crushed and two that were bruised -slightly, with, of course, a number of decayed -ones that did not count.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“These two we’ll lay on the steps.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Strangely enough, there were almost no -apples left on the tree now, except those on a -very slender branch. They would have to be -shaken down, for no person alive could reach -them. Violent shaking ensued and apples -pelted down in a shower, every one landing -with a thud that bruised or marred it somewhere. -The boys gathered them hurriedly and deposited -them under a gooseberry bush.</p> - -<p class='c011'>True as you live, there were no more apples -on the tree! It was remarkable how little time -it had taken to strip it. And on the steps -lay only eight apples, and two of them were -bruised! What would Aunt Grenertsen say at -getting so few? Well, he must take them in to -her.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Here are the apples, Aunt Grenertsen. -Aren’t they beauties?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“And where are the rest?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why—these are all.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“From the whole tree? <i>Eight</i> apples?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, some were half-rotten, and you said -yourself that we might eat”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I said no such thing,” interrupted Aunt -Grenertsen.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom blinked his eyes and scarcely -knew what to say, but suddenly had an idea. -He would begin differently.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But those that were bruised you said we -might eat, and we have done that,” said Johnny -Blossom, frankly and virtuously.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Indeed! You have done that, have you? -Well—it looks as if they had all got bruised.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh no, Aunt Grenertsen. Six of them are not -bruised at all, and these two only the least bit.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, well! What’s done is done. I pity -your stomachs, that’s all I can say.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, dear! Aunt Grenertsen wasn’t comfortable -to deal with—not a bit easy in fact—and -never had been.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom was glad enough to get out -into the garden with Tellef again. The heap -of apples under the gooseberry bushes was -divided with great exactness. Aunt Grenertsen -could not see over there from her window.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The boys walked slowly and lingered much on -the way home, munching apples all the time; and -their well-stuffed blouses were noticeably less -bulging when the boys finally parted at Johnny -Blossom’s gate.</p> - -<hr class='c018' /> - -<p class='c011'>“How did the harvesting of Aunt Grenertsen’s -apples go this afternoon?” asked Mother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, very well,” answered Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Did she have many apples?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why, some were half-rotten or all rotten, -and a good many were bruised”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But of course you were very careful how you -picked them?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, very. We shook them into a basket. -Those that were bruised, Aunt Grenertsen said -we might have.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Did she? And how many did Aunt Grenertsen -get?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh”—Further probing on Mother’s part -to find out what Aunt Grenertsen’s share of the -harvest had amounted to, drew forth the truth, -uttered with a show of enthusiasm.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“She had quite a good many—eight big -beautiful apples—and six of them hadn’t the -least speck of a bruise on them anywhere.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But poor Auntie! Do you mean to say she -had only <i>eight</i> apples for herself? And she so fond -of them too! How in the world could that happen -when there was so much fruit on the tree?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It was queer there weren’t more, but none -of the apples would fall in the basket, and they -<i>would</i> whack right down on the ground, and so -they got bruised—and then we ate them, you -see, Mother.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh! I am really sorry for Aunt Grenertsen,” -said Mother. “I must see if I can’t find something -good to send her to make up for this. It -was not at all nice of you, John—not at all -kind. Poor Aunt Grenertsen who is so lonely -and has so little of everything!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom blinked hard. He began to -feel disgusted with himself. Just think of Aunt -Grenertsen’s being very fond of apples—and of -Mother’s feeling so sorry for her! Suddenly he -rushed from the door. Perhaps Tellef had some -apples left. Not even a core remained of his -own.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Pshaw! At Tellef’s they had eaten all the -apples immediately on Tellef’s arrival with -them.</p> - -<p class='c011'>How trying it was that Aunt Grenertsen -should be so particularly fond of apples! Poor -thing! And besides, she was lonely, Mother had -said, and had very little money. It was too bad.</p> - -<p class='c011'>If he only had something to give her—he -himself. Of course Mother would find something, -but he would like to, too. He hadn’t a -cent in his bank. What few cents he had saved -had all been poked out long since, and he hadn’t -anything else either. Well, yes, he had that fine -new cake of India ink Father had just given -him; but Aunt Grenertsen surely did not draw -with India ink.</p> - -<p class='c011'>There! Now he had an idea. She should have -that rare postage stamp from Mozambique, -she certainly should! The whole class and -some of the big boys envied him his possession -of that stamp and had begged and begged -for it; but not one of them should get it, no -indeed!</p> - -<p class='c011'>He found an old pill box, laid the Mozambique -stamp carefully in it, and ran straightway to -King Street.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Everything was as usual. He could scarcely -bear to look at the tree he had gathered the fruit -from, but finding two apples on the ground -under the other tree, he picked them up and -took them into the house. He certainly wasn’t -going to eat any more of Aunt Grenertsen’s -apples.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Good afternoon, Aunt Grenertsen.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, is that you, back here already?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I found these apples out in the garden.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Aunt Grenertsen looked at them over her -glasses.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“H’m—they are not bruised, these two.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>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.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“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.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Pills?” said Aunt Grenertsen. “I have never -taken pills in all my long life.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“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.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Just look inside! Just look!” he continued.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Aunt Grenertsen opened the box.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“An old postage stamp,” said she.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“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.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Indeed?” Aunt Grenertsen looked at the -little old stamp dubiously, turning it round and -round.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But why do you give it to me, Johnny -Blossom?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, because—because you only got eight -apples, and Mother said”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“What did Mother say?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Mother said that you liked apples so much—and -that you were lonely; and, besides, I was -ashamed of myself because Tellef and I had -eaten so many of your apples.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“And so you want to give me this stamp?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes. Isn’t it interesting, Aunt Grenertsen? -Isn’t it a beauty?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>He stood behind her chair, looking eagerly -over her shoulder at the stamp.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Aren’t you glad to have it?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, indeed; I thank you very much. And -I want you to have a half moon today.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, no. I don’t want anything.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, you surely must have one.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The “half moon” was brought forthwith and -was eaten with great relish.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Light-hearted now, Johnny Blossom ran -through the garden, fastening the gate carefully, -while at the window an old face peered out from -among the plants, through tear-misted spectacles. -Then Aunt Grenertsen took the stamp and pasted -it on the window pane nearest where she sat.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“That is a reminder of you,” she said later -to Johnny Blossom. And Johnny was proud to -think that the interesting and rare Mozambique -stamp should be a reminder of him.</p> - -<p class='c011'>But how queer old people are! thought -Johnny Blossom.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id005'> -<img src='images/p061a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='ch05' class='c009'>CHAPTER V<br /> <br />The Red Buoy</h2> -</div> -<div class='figright id008'> -<img src='images/p061b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa1_0_0_675 c017'>ANY ONE -would be -sick of it! -thought Johnny -Blossom. He -couldn’t even appear -in the street without -people rushing -to him to question -and pry as to how it -had happened, and -how he had felt that time he lay out on the -red buoy and they all thought at home that -he was drowned. He was completely sick -of it.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Even the minister had stopped him and -questioned and quizzed like the rest; and when -he had finished, he hit Johnny Blossom on the -back with his cane (not hard, you know) and -said: “You surely are a little rascal, Johnny -Blossom!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>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.</p> - -<p class='c011'>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.</p> - -<p class='c011'>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. -Johnny Blossom, for his part, was quite sure it -was not.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, we’ll take her,” said Olaf.</p> - -<p class='c011'>It was a fine little boat. Johnny was captain -and commanded grandly, giving many orders -to the postmaster’s sons—those silly pipestems -from Christiania, who did not know anything.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh! there was the big English coal steamer -that had been lying at the wharf several days -unloading coal. Too bad that he had not had -a chance to go on board that steamer! He had -tried to go a number of times, but there was -always one or another grimy sailor who chased -him ashore. Ugh! Englishmen were horrid! -The steamer was unloaded now and would surely -sail tonight.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Farther out rowed the boys. Johnny Blossom -boasted of the ships that sailed from the town, -of the sea, and of the church tower that was the -highest in Scandinavia, and the postmaster’s -boys boasted of the wonders of Christiania; and -everything was very jolly indeed. They rowed -past the big red buoy that lay farthest out—the -buoy that is like an immense red pear floating -and rocking on the water.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Would you dare sit up on the big red pear?” -asked Olaf.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Pooh! That’s nothing to do,” said Johnny -Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, but sit there alone while we row away?” -said Olaf.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You shall soon see whether I dare or not,” -returned Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>They rowed to the buoy and he climbed out -upon it.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Now row away, row as far away as you like. -It is perfectly glorious sitting here!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Olaf and Herman plied the oars as hard as they -could, while Johnny Blossom sat proudly erect -upon the “red pear.” He had never thought of -its being possible for any one to sit here. Just -think, only water far and wide around him! Yet -here he sat entirely at his ease, could sit here -just the same if a storm should blow up—that -would be a small matter for Johnny Blossom. -Now that the boys were away off behind the big -coal steamer, any one might wonder how much -farther they meant to row.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The wind began to blow and the pear rocked -up and down. It was queer the way there came -a whack from the sea against the buoy with -every wave. The pear rocked more and more. -My! oh, my! how the sea hit against it now! -Almost hard enough to send the spray away up -to him. What had become of those silly postmaster’s -boys? He could see nothing of the boat -anywhere. It was probably behind the wharf. -Not a person was to be seen on the wharf now, -either. It was so late that every one had gone -home.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom shouted: “Olaf! Herman!” -No answer, only the sea’s pounding. A big -wave dashed over his legs, and the pear rocked -and plunged frightfully.</p> - -<p class='c011'>All at once Johnny Blossom was afraid. Not -a little afraid, but overwhelmed with great fear. -Here he was alone out in the midst of the wide -waters, with no one to see him, no one to hear -him, and no one to help him. A great wave -struck against the buoy, leaving his stockings -dripping wet up to the knees.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, Mother! Mother!” screamed Johnny in -terror.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Another wave came—a stronger one—and -dashed even higher. He would be safer, perhaps, -if he lay on his stomach and stuck his arms -through the big ring that they fastened the -ship’s ropes to.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, if he were only at home! Oh, those wicked -postmaster’s boys who had rowed away and left -him! They should get their pay when—but -suppose he should die now! “Our Father who -art in heaven.” Johnny Blossom, with eyes -closed, said the whole of the Lord’s Prayer as -he lay on his stomach on the red buoy. Now -surely God would help him.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The buoy swayed and dipped and the wind -howled. Suddenly he heard a different sound -and turned swiftly to look. There was a boat -right off there. Oh, if only!—</p> - -<p class='c011'>It was some Englishmen from the big coal -steamer, and they were rowing straight toward -the buoy, talking fast. Pshaw! how stupid it -is when people talk English. Without waiting -to say, “By your leave,” they took Johnny -Blossom from the buoy, put him into their boat, -and rowed directly to the steamship. One of the -sailors scooped up some salt water in his hand -and splashed it over Johnny Blossom’s tear streaked -face and laughed. Then Johnny -laughed, too.</p> - -<p class='c011'>If it were only German the men spoke! He -had studied German for a half year now and -could have managed with that language pretty -well, he thought.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Here they were alongside the steamer. Well, -Johnny Blossom hadn’t the least objection. -How Olaf and Herman would envy him, that he -should go on board the big ship after all! The -steamer was full of sailors who talked and -laughed and tumbled him about in rough play -till Johnny Blossom bubbled over with merry -laughter that rang through the whole ship.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Soon a man took him to the upper deck to -the stout, ruddy captain whom Johnny Blossom -knew from having seen him on the street in the -town. He pinched Johnny’s ear and said a great -many funny words to him, just as the other -Englishmen had. Johnny pointed to the red -buoy and shook his head for “No,” and pointed -toward the town and nodded for “Yes.” With -this he felt sure that the captain must know how -the matter stood.</p> - -<p class='c011'>An oldish looking man wished Johnny to go -below with him, and naturally Johnny did not -need to be asked twice, even by signs! It was -wonderful down there. He had never imagined -there could be anything so fine on the dirty coal -steamer; and just think! some crackers were -brought out, and then if that funny man didn’t -set a whole jar of preserves before him, too, and -give him a spoon! My, oh, my! Mother ought -to see him now, eating with a big spoon right -from the preserve jar!</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom ate plentifully, while the -strange man sat opposite with elbows on the -table, looking at him and smiling. Suddenly -the man took out a leather case and from it a -photograph, which he handed across the table to -Johnny. It showed two boys about Johnny’s -age. The man pointed to the boys and then to -himself and smiled again, and Johnny understood -that these were his boys.</p> - -<p class='c011'>How curious to think that this man had two -boys and that they were English! He certainly -was very fond of them—this queer man with -the gray beard. Now he put the photograph -into the case again and into his pocket, slapped -his breast and smiled. Englishmen were certainly -odd, thought Johnny. And those boys—just -boys like himself—could speak English -without studying it. Think of that!</p> - -<p class='c011'>The man then showed Johnny over the whole -steamer. Above one of the hammocks hung a -picture of the same two boys; and when they -came to this, the man laughed again and laid -his hand upon his heart.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Then he gave Johnny a whistle—a regular -boatswain’s whistle. He put it right into Johnny’s -pocket, and of course that meant that he -wanted to give it to him. So Johnny Blossom -shook hands with him and bowed his thanks. -Ah! this would be something to show to the boys -at school. How he would blow and play on it.</p> - -<p class='c011'>How awfully good to him this man was! -Johnny would like to ask him to take his -greeting to those two boys. So Johnny pointed -to the picture over the hammock, then to himself, -and then far out over the sea, with his -little arm stretched at full length. There! the -man must surely understand anything as plain -as that.</p> - -<p class='c011'>At this moment one of the sailors came to -take Johnny Blossom up on deck again, for the -row boat was going to the shore and Johnny was -to go in it. He shook hands with all the sailors -and bowed and said “Thank you.” When he -was in the row boat, the ship’s deck was full of -grimy-faced men, who stretched over the railing -to look down at him.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom swung his cap, then suddenly -remembering his whistle, took that out and blew -it hard. Then he laughed heartily and blew it -once more. All the black faces up at the railing -laughed also. After this farewell the boat was -rowed to the shore and Johnny Blossom was -soon running up the street.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Then began all the hue and cry. First, -Squire Levorson stopped him. “What in the -world! Is this you? They are saying all over -town that you are at the bottom of the sea.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Far from it,” answered Johnny Blossom, -somewhat offended.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Next it was the telegraph operator, Mr. -Nilsen. “Well, I must say! If here isn’t the -person every one is talking about—and as -large as life!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Pshaw! how silly people were! And now came -Olea, the cook from his own home, weeping and -wailing aloud. When she saw him she was ready -to drop with astonishment. “Oh, you angel -John! Are you risen from the dead? They -brought us word that you were drowned.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Not a bit,” said John. “It was the fault of -the postmaster’s boys entirely. See what I’ve -got.” And Johnny Blossom took his English -boatswain’s whistle out and blew it, with beaming -face.</p> - -<p class='c011'>No one was in the sitting room at home, nor -in the library; but from Mother’s room there -came a sound as of some one crying. Johnny -Blossom tramped in. There lay Mother on the -couch, and Father sat by her side, and they were -both sobbing as hard as they could.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“John!” screamed Mother, starting up. “Oh, -Johnny! my boy, my boy! Is it really you?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Thought I was drowned, did you?” said -Johnny Blossom loftily. “It never entered my -head till afterwards that any one could get -drowned sitting on the big red pear, you know. -Mother, see here.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>A frightfully piercing whistle resounded in -the little room.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Would you like to hear it again?” asked -Johnny, radiant.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No, no!” said Mother, with hands on both -ears.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Just then Father grabbed John by the shoulder. -Ugh! it was horrid when Father took hold -that way, for it usually meant a whipping.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Do you know what you deserve?” asked -Father. Not a sound in reply. “You shall -escape this time,” continued Father. “I think -you will remember your Mother’s tears now -better than a whipping; but another time—do -you hear?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes.” Johnny stared at his mother’s tear-stained -face.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“The postmaster and his boys came here and -said that you had climbed up on the buoy -farthest out. The boys had rowed back toward -shore just for fun, but they met a man in a row -boat who nabbed them because they had taken -the Custom House boat. The boys didn’t say -anything to him about you, sitting out there -on the buoy”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“There! Now you can see how stupid they -are,” interrupted Johnny Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“They ran home, crying, and told that you -were out on the ‘red pear’; but when the postmaster -had got a boat and rowed out you were -gone.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I was on board the coal steamer—that’s -where I was. His name is Hobborn, Mother, -and just listen! he set a big jar of preserves -before me—I think it was raspberries—and -I ate a lot, and then he gave me this whistle. -Now I’ll blow it.” An ear-splitting blast -followed.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Mother hugged him to her and kissed him. -“But that was a horrible present, John,” she -said, pointing to the whistle.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Far from it,” said John, “for now I need -never be in danger any more if I just whistle. -If I had had this when I lay out on the red pear, -no one would ever have imagined I was drowned. -A very useful present, it seems to me, and -delightful.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I can scarcely call it delightful,” said Mother. -All the rest of that afternoon, the sound of -whistling, incessant and penetrating, filled the -pine grove. Blowing the English whistle in the -house at any time was strictly forbidden.</p> - -<p class='c011'>In Johnny Blossom’s opinion, after his experience -on the coal steamer, Englishmen were -the most delightful people on the face of the -globe.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id006'> -<img src='images/p074.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='ch06' class='c009'>CHAPTER VI<br /> <br />Johnny Blossom’s Christmas Presents</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_3_0_675 c017'>MY, oh, my! Tomorrow would be the day -before Christmas and Johnny Blossom -hadn’t thought about a single present -yet, for any one. He would have to hurry now, -though after all he wasn’t in such a bad fix, for -he had some money—fifty cents, in fact—and -that was surely enough and to spare.</p> - -<p class='c011'>He ought to give twelve Christmas presents -in all: to Father and Mother, three sisters, both -the maids, Jeremias the wood-cutter, Uncle Isaac -of Kingthorpe, Miss Melling (Uncle’s housekeeper), -Miss Jorgensen, who stayed with -them last summer, and Tellef, his special boy -friend.</p> - -<p class='c011'>This wasn’t the first year he had given presents, -no, indeed! He had given some last year -and the year before, but then Mother had helped -him. This year he was going to plan them all by -himself. Not a single person, not even Mother, -should get the least idea of any of the presents -beforehand.</p> - -<p class='c011'>After all, should he give Miss Jorgensen a -present or not? Miss Melling there was no -question about. She was always giving him -presents, and she wasn’t the worst person in the -world, even if she was so fussy about boys -wiping their feet. The last time he was at -Kingthorpe she had given him a silver pencil -holder without any reason whatever! It wasn’t -his birthday or anything. Yes, he would certainly -give her something—that was settled.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The hardest to find presents for were Uncle -Isaac and Jeremias. Poor Jeremias was sick -now; he had been in bed for a whole month with -pains in his back and everywhere. Johnny -Blossom had been to his house to see him every -day that he had thought of it, and that was -almost every day. Jeremias lay there alone all -day long, except that Maria Kopp went in morning -and evening to look after him a little. It -was easy enough to get into the little house, -for it was never locked. Any one could lift the -latch and step in; then the thing to do was to -get Jeremias a dipper of water and to fix up the -fire. Jeremias would say, “Thank you kindly, -sir” (he always said that), and then Johnny -Blossom would dash out, fastening the door -again with only the heavy old latch.</p> - -<p class='c011'>At home that day they had been baking the -Christmas cakes. Johnny Blossom had eaten -not a little of the raw dough, and his sister Asta -and he had made some cakes of remarkable -shapes (though rather dingy from much handling), -which they were allowed to bake.</p> - -<p class='c011'>It was while they were busy with the cakes -that it had dawned upon Johnny Blossom that -there was no time to spare, and that he must -decide upon his presents at once.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The present for Father was an easy matter. -The ruler that Johnny had just finished in the -sloyd class was exactly the thing; and Mother -should have the knife box. Carve their names -nicely on the things, and those two presents -would be ready.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Then he would make—h’m—seven baskets -of pretty colored paper and fill them with -peppermint drops. Everybody liked peppermint -drops.</p> - -<p class='c011'>This left only Uncle Isaac and Jeremias and -Tellef, and there would be about twenty cents -to spend on their presents. Oh, yes! He could -manage very well.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Suddenly he had a brilliant idea. That -beautiful frame that he had carved in the autumn, -he would give that to Uncle Isaac, with -a pretty card on which he would write: “A -hearty Christmas greeting from an affectionate -boy. Johnny Blossom.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Jeremias should also have a beautiful card, -but that would have to have a frame of paper -pasted round it. And on the card there should -be a text from the Bible, because Jeremias was -so awfully fond of texts. If he could only find -the right one! At first he thought he should -have to ask his mother, but decided that he -would choose one all by himself.</p> - -<p class='c011'>There! he had it! Not that he was altogether -sure of its being a text exactly, but it was so -beautiful! Then Johnny Blossom, with his head -on one side, his little snub nose almost touching -the paper, wrote, with extraordinary slowness, -because the writing was to be so very, very good:</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c019'> - <div><i>God will never, never forsake thee.</i></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c020'>Pshaw! That was always the way! The -more pains you took, the worse was the writing. -Some of the letters were awfully small and -crooked and others were too big; and the whole -thing slanted down hill so that there was scarcely -room for his name underneath in the corner; -and of course his name must be there.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Well, there was nothing to do about it. He -had no more cards so he should have to use this. -With a dark brown paper frame and a red cord -it would not be so bad after all. Johnny Blossom -put his head first on one side and then on the -other and scrutinized the card as a whole. No, -it really was not bad.</p> - -<p class='c011'>For Tellef he would buy some dates—they -were so good—and with this settled, all his -presents were planned.</p> - -<hr class='c018' /> - -<p class='c011'>On the day before Christmas, big, soft snowflakes -drifted slowly down from a lowering gray -sky. The snow melted as soon as it fell, and from -the sea a raw, wet wind came whining in; but -there might have been worse weather, and -Johnny Blossom, at any rate, was well content. -He was going out to distribute his presents -today. It was so pleasant to take them himself -to the different persons.</p> - -<p class='c011'>First he went to Miss Jorgensen’s, for she -lived nearest, in her own tiny white house. She -was in the kitchen washing dishes when Johnny -Blossom’s little nose showed itself at the kitchen -door.</p> - -<div id='p078' class='figcenter id007'> -<img src='images/p078.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>JOHNNY BLOSSOM’S CHRISTMAS PRESENTS</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, well! Is it you?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Yes, it was he, and would she accept a little -Christmas present? Johnny Blossom held out -to her the fancy paper basket filled with peppermint -drops.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Set it down somewhere—my hands are -wet. I never eat peppermint candy, but I thank -you all the same. Is every one well at home?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, very well.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom took his leave in some disappointment. -Miss Jorgensen wasn’t a bit nice—she -was simply horrid. Oh, well, he didn’t -mind. Anyway, she couldn’t say that no one -had given her a Christmas present.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom went on to Jeremias the -wood-cutter’s. The wind blew straight into the -room the minute the door was opened, and -Jeremias groaned. He looked awfully old today. -Very gray indeed was his stubby beard and very -dull were his eyes as he lay there on his blue -pillow.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Have you come to see me in all this bad -weather?” said Jeremias.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“This is delightful weather,” said Johnny -Blossom, although just then another wild gust of -wind made Jeremias’s little house shake violently.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Here is a Christmas present for you,” said -John. “It is to hang on the wall so you can see -it, Jeremias. Isn’t it pretty?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, indeed, that’s a fine piece of work!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Did it all myself,” said Johnny Blossom, with -some pride.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, well! You do know how to make -things!” said Jeremias admiringly.</p> - -<p class='c011'>A nail was driven in the wall near the one -that held the big silver watch, and the Christmas -present was hung on it at once in plain -sight.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“God will never, never forsake thee,” read -Jeremias as his crooked old finger pointed along -the slanting line. “There is balm in those -words, Johnny Blossom,” he said slowly.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Old people were queer, thought John, for -“balm” was something that was used for wounds—he -knew that very well—and yet there lay -Jeremias and said that there was balm in those -words, “God will never, never forsake thee.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes,” said Johnny Blossom, for he saw that -Jeremias expected him to answer.</p> - -<p class='c011'>It really looked very pretty hanging there -on the wall.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“How do they manage about the wood at -your house nowadays?” asked Jeremias.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, very well,” replied John. Then he -happened to think that Jeremias might be disappointed -to hear that it made no difference -whether he was able to look after the wood or -not, so Johnny added quickly, “Mother says -that they don’t split the wood fine enough.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Jeremias was plainly enlivened. “There! -Isn’t that what I have always said!” he -exclaimed. “Wood should be split just so. -Kindlings ought to be light and pleasant and -coquettish to make the fire dance.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes,” said Johnny Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>What a great one Jeremias was to use queer -words!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, Merry Christmas, Jeremias!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Thank you kindly, sir. It won’t be lonesome -now that I have that to look at,” and his -crooked finger pointed up to the little brown -paper frame hanging by its red cord.</p> - -<p class='c011'>John now started on his way to Kingthorpe. -One of his pockets was weighted down with a -big cornucopia of dates, for he planned to drop -in at Tellef’s on his way home; and from another -pocket protruded the greater portion of the -frame he was to present to Uncle Isaac.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Kingthorpe was quiet and stately and a little -awe-inspiring as usual. Miss Melling had gone -to town and Uncle Isaac was ill in bed. After -a little thought, Johnny Blossom sent the frame -in to his uncle by the servant, with his best -Christmas wishes. The servant was in livery -and always carried a silver tray in his hand. -Even when Uncle Isaac had nothing but gruel, -he had it on a silver tray!</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom was nearly out of the -grounds on his way home when the servant -came running after him to tell him that his -uncle wanted him. Johnny turned back with -great delight. He had known well enough -that Uncle Isaac would wish to see him after -receiving such a beautiful present.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Uncle Isaac lay in the big carved bedstead. -My, oh, my! how pale he was! almost as pale -as Jeremias the wood-cutter.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Sit here beside me,” said Uncle Isaac. -“Thank you very much for this beautiful -Christmas present.” The frame stood on a table -near the bed.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, but you mustn’t look at that corner, -for there’s a tiny piece off there; nor right -there either; and here it is badly carved, as -you see, Uncle Isaac. But if you hold it like -this and just look at the whole—why, it isn’t -so bad,” said Johnny Blossom, beaming.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I will remember,” said Uncle Isaac. “I -am to hold it sideways and just get the general -view when I look at it.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“The writing might have been nicer, too,” -said Johnny apologetically, “but I had such a -scratchy, bad pen.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I like it very much just as it is,” replied -Uncle Isaac.</p> - -<p class='c011'>There came a little pause. Johnny felt somewhat -abashed and scarcely knew what to talk -about.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Jeremias the wood-cutter is ill in bed, too,” -he said suddenly.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Is that one of your acquaintances?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes. I know him very well. I go in to see -him almost every day.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Tell me a little about him.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“He has pains in his back—right there—tearing -his back to pieces, he says; and he lies -there alone all day except when Maria Kopp -or I go to see to him. His house is never locked; -any one can go right in. I’ve just been there -with a Christmas present for him.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“What did you give him, little John?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“A Bible text in a frame and with a cord to -hang it by. This was the text, ‘God will never, -never forsake thee.’”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“And was he pleased?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, he said it was <i>balm</i>.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Did he say that?” And the wonderful, far-seeing -expression that Johnny Blossom could -never understand came over Uncle Isaac’s -face.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“The wood-cutter is right. It is balm,” said -Uncle Isaac finally.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Well! Here lay Uncle Isaac with the green -silk eiderdown puff, with the servant in livery -always carrying a silver tray; and there lay -Jeremias the wood-cutter on his blue homespun -pillow, with the wind howling at his very bedside—and -both of them said that there was -balm in those words! Johnny Blossom thought -it was very queer.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Some presents will go over to your house -this evening,” said Uncle Isaac when he said -good-by.</p> - -<p class='c011'>My, oh, my! Johnny Blossom hopped over -every gutter he came to on his way home. -First over the gutter and then back again and -over again just because everything was so unspeakably -joyful, because it was Christmas Eve, -because Uncle Isaac was going to send some -presents. They were sure to be wonderful -presents, those Uncle Isaac sent!</p> - -<p class='c011'>He met Tellef’s littlest sister on the street.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“See here!” he said to her; “here is a Christmas -present for Tellef; but just as surely as -you meddle the least bit with the paper, I’ll send -a snowball right through your head. So now -you know what to expect.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The little girl went straight into the house -holding the cornucopia of dates stiffly with both -hands, while Johnny Blossom, with snowball -ready, stood and watched her.</p> - -<p class='c011'>No, she didn’t meddle with the package at -all. Everything had gone well. Johnny Blossom -took careful aim and sent the snowball -flying toward the flagstaff at his own home.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The church bells began to ring, ushering in -the holy tide. Christmas Eve! Oh, he must -hurry, hurry home!</p> - -<p class='c011'>Bim! Boom! How the great bells chimed!</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id005'> -<img src='images/p086.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='ch07' class='c009'>CHAPTER VII<br /> <br />A Present from Uncle Isaac</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_3_0_675 c017'>THE unexpected certainly happened to -Johnny Blossom that day. He had just -swung round on the road leading toward -Kingthorpe, with no thought of going the whole -way, for Uncle Isaac was ill and had gone to a -sanitarium, and there wasn’t the least bit of -fun to be had just in Kingthorpe itself with all -its elegance. So early in the summer as this -there were no ripe berries in the garden; and he -must not go into the stables, for Carlstrom the -coachman was a regular crosspatch.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Be off with yourself, boy!” he would always -say if Johnny Blossom but put his nose in at the -stable door.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Carlstrom was a Swede, with a big black moustache -whose ends stuck straight out in the air. -He looked exactly like a stylish colonel to say -the least—a very cross colonel though! No, -there was no use going to the stable.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The cow-barn was under the rule of a Swiss -who was almost as cross as Carlstrom. He -always said that the cows ought to be sleeping; -so Johnny Blossom got the idea that the cows -at Kingthorpe never did anything but lie and -sleep.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Inside the big fine house there couldn’t be -any fun either. Only those stately halls and -magnificent rooms, one after another, with handsome -furniture upholstered in silk damask, with -great gold-framed mirrors, but with the shades -always drawn down. The rooms were so immense -that every footstep echoed in them. -And oh! how careful one had to be for the sake -of that miserable china that Uncle Isaac had -collected so much of. In the cabinets it was no -trouble, but when it stood on tiny little tables, -Johnny Blossom did not like it at all. He -scarcely dared to breathe when he went anywhere -near the tables lest he should knock something -off. Uncle Isaac had once shown him -all the china and explained how old and rare -and precious it was.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“This cup Marie Antoinette drank from, and -this vase belonged to the Bonapartes. This -flagon is from an English royal palace of the -sixteenth century.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom stood and stared. For his -part he would rather have his own mug at home -with “For a Good Boy” upon it than all these -fine antiques that so many old mouths had drunk -from!</p> - -<p class='c011'>Poor Uncle Isaac! He was sick now again—worse, -in fact. He had heart disease, Mother -said. Jeremias the wood-cutter also talked of -a pain in his heart, but since he had begun to -rub himself all over with kerosene, he had -become much better. It smelled dreadfully in -Jeremias’s little hut, but he <i>was</i> better. Johnny -Blossom would certainly write to Uncle Isaac -and tell him that all he had to do to cure himself -of the pain was to rub himself with kerosene.</p> - -<p class='c011'>To this point in his meditations had Johnny -Blossom come just as he reached the telephone -pole whence he could see the big entrance gates -to Kingthorpe Park; and there was the handsome -new carriage rolling out through the gates -that very moment! Carlstrom sat on the box. -My! How stylish he looked today! His -moustache ends stood out in the air more stiffly -than usual, and he never once glanced at Johnny -Blossom standing below in the dusty road. Back -in the carriage sat Miss Melling, Uncle Isaac’s -housekeeper, with a white feather in her hat -waving up and down. At her side lay a queer -package of many yellow sticks tied together. -What in the world could that be?</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom took off his hat and bowed. -Carlstrom looked straight ahead; but when Miss -Melling caught sight of Johnny, there was a -great to-do.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why, there he is! Stop, Carlstrom, stop! -Johnny Blossom! Johnny Blossom!” she called, -twisting herself round in the carriage. “You -are just the person I was going to town to see,” -she continued. “I had a letter from your Uncle -Isaac saying that you were to have this fishing -rod at once.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom looked very small standing in -the road beside the big carriage. The crown and -brim of his hat gaped widely apart on one side, -and out of the opening stuck a lock of dark brown -hair. His blue and white striped blouse had a -daub of pitch in the middle of the front; and -since Johnny Blossom knew it was there, he held -a little brown hand over it, while he gazed up at -the double chin of the imposing Miss Melling.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“See here! Why shouldn’t you take it right -now? To tell the truth, I can’t imagine what a -little boy like you should be doing with such a -handsome fishing rod as this. I won’t say how -much it cost—it was very expensive, you may -be sure. Well, perhaps you had better ride with -us back to town again, although you are so dirty, -you are scarcely fit for the carriage.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom looked up wistfully but -dubiously. Probably he was too dirty.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, well! you may get in,” said Miss Melling, -not ungraciously.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Seldom, indeed, did he have the honor of -riding in the Kingthorpe carriage, because -Carlstrom and Miss Melling were both so fussy, -and poor Uncle Isaac never went to drive. As -they rode along Miss Melling showed Johnny -how to put the rod together. My, oh, my! How -amazingly long it was! Johnny stood it up like -a flagstaff and his face was radiant.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Has Uncle Isaac trouble with his heart?” -asked Johnny, thinking he would tell about the -kerosene cure.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Rich people have trouble everywhere,” said -Miss Melling curtly. “Sit still or you’ll fall out -of the carriage.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom sat as still as a stone for -about two minutes; but then they drove past -a great linden tree and he absolutely had to -stand up to see how near the top of the tree he -could reach with his fishpole.</p> - -<div id='p090' class='figcenter id007'> -<img src='images/p090.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>A PRESENT FROM UNCLE ISAAC</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>“Dear, dear!” said Miss Melling. “I think -you had better get out before we have an -accident.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The carriage was stopped and Johnny Blossom -with his long fishing rod was helped out -unceremoniously.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Thank you for the drive and for the rod,” -said he, bowing.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Then Johnny Blossom sprang into a run and -dashed homeward. My, oh, my! How astonished -the family would be over such a magnificent -fishing rod!</p> - -<p class='c011'>The moment he arrived, the whole household -was called on to admire it—Father, Mother, -three sisters, and the maids—but no one must -touch it or even go very near it but himself. -Dagny put one little wet finger out toward it, but -at this Johnny Blossom became red with fury.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Are you crazy? You’ll ruin it completely!” -he shouted. The little wet finger was drawn -hastily back.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Where the precious rod should be put was a -momentous question. Unfortunately it was too -long to be accommodated in his own room, -where he could guard it best.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom’s room was a very tiny one, -under the slope of the roof, but small as it was, -he could never keep it in order. The rug before -the bed was always in a heap; and papers, -skates, bows and arrows, and boots and shoes -were strewn over the floor. There was a little -space on the table and the commode, but on the -floor you could scarcely find a bare spot.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“How this room does look!” Mother was -continually saying.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, that is because I study here,” said -Johnny Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Strangely enough, Mother could not understand -what studying had to do with everything -being scattered over the floor; but at any rate, -to make space for the fishing rod in the little -room was plainly impossible. Of course he could -not think of taking the rod apart. Well, it -would have to be left on the veranda tonight. -What if some one should take it? Haunted by -this dreadful thought, Johnny Blossom was -very wakeful. He tossed and turned for a long -time before he finally fell asleep.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The next morning Johnny awoke early and -was wide awake at once. That fishing rod from -Uncle Isaac—out on the veranda—suppose -some one had taken it! He put on his clothes -in the greatest haste. Later he would wash -himself and dress properly, but the only thing -now was to see whether the fishing rod was safe. -Yes, wonderfully enough, there it was. No one -had touched it, so far as he could see.</p> - -<p class='c011'>How still, how still the world was! How fresh -and cool! The sun was shining now on the big -pine trees back of the house and their trunks -were deep red in the strong light. What a -fragrance came from the garden—the rich -scent of roses, particularly—and how very -damp the garden path was! My, oh, my! The -dew was certainly like pearls, scattered over the -grass—shining white pearls. Johnny Blossom -looked at the clock on the church tower. <i>Two -minutes before five.</i> Pshaw! so early! Oh, well! -Never mind. It was all right. He could do what -he liked until the rest of the family got up.</p> - -<p class='c011'>First, he would try fishing far out over the -flower beds with his rod. There! he had caught -and broken off a big, dark red rose. The well -was naturally a better place to fish. Johnny -Blossom fished up the most incredible things -from that well. He first threw them in, of course, -and then it was a tremendous piece of work to -get them out again—leaves, flowers, his own -straw hat—yes, it was certainly an extra fine -fishing rod. He would write at once to Uncle -Isaac and thank him for it.</p> - -<p class='c011'>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:</p> - -<p class='c011'>“<i>Dear Godfather</i>: 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 <i>do</i> smell if you can only be -well.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>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:</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Your affectionate <span class='sc'>Johnny Blossom</span>.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>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.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Suddenly the maid Lisa appeared.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You are to hurry right home, John.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Father and Mother sat in the study, Mother -with her handkerchief in her hand and with red -eyes.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“We have something to tell you, my boy,” -said Father. “Uncle Isaac has been very sick.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, but I have just written to him that if -he will rub himself with kerosene he will get -well.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Uncle Isaac has no further need of anything,” -said Mother. “He died last night, little John.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Mother began to cry again, and there came -a lump in Johnny Blossom’s throat. No, he -would <i>not</i> cry. Big boys ought never to cry.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“If any one goes straight into the Kingdom -of God, Uncle Isaac will,” said Mother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>It was of no use; he must cry. With his head -in his mother’s lap he cried hard. Mother -stroked his head gently. “Uncle Isaac wished -it so much himself, my boy. He was eager to -go to God,” she whispered.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, but it is so sad.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>That afternoon Johnny Blossom sat crouched -on the stone steps leading to the road. The -fishing rod lay beside him, but he did not feel -like going fishing. He sat with his elbows on -his knees and his head in his hands, thinking of -Uncle Isaac. It might easily be that just now, -this minute, Uncle Isaac stood outside that -great golden gate—the gate that leads into Paradise—and -knocked on it. To think that God can -hear a man’s little knock. Why, that gate is -surely as big as—yes, as the tallest pine tree -over there, and all of gleaming gold; and God -looks and throws the gate wide open of course, -for he sees it is Uncle Isaac. And so Uncle -Isaac goes into the Kingdom of Heaven.</p> - -<p class='c011'>If there had only been a chance to thank him -for the fishing rod! Johnny Blossom had some -thought of asking God to thank Uncle Isaac for -him, but he put it hastily aside. No, he was -sure that would not do.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Kingthorpe. Oh! he should like less than ever -to go there now. Never, never in the world -would he enter that grand place again! Miss -Melling and Carlstrom might have it all to -themselves, for anything he cared.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id005'> -<img src='images/p097.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='ch08' class='c009'>CHAPTER VIII<br /> <br />Uncle Isaac’s Will</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_3_0_675 c017'>JOHNNY BLOSSOM was the only -child present among all the people -who had assembled to hear the reading -of Uncle Isaac’s will. He had -wished that he might go home instead of roaming -aimlessly, as he had been doing for a long -time, about the grounds which seemed today -more solemnly quiet than ever.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Perhaps he might find Lars Berget, who -worked in the stable under Carlstrom, but who -was always pleasant and had a great deal to -tell about the different horses. Why, there -was Lars now. Johnny scarcely recognized him -in his new black clothes.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“They are asking for you, John,” said Lars. -“The will is going to be read now, and we must -all be in the library together, they say, to hear—right -and proper—who shall be master of -Kingthorpe after this.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Can’t you and I go to the stable instead?” -ventured Johnny. “It will be so tiresome in the -house.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>No. Lars was firm. Johnny must go to the -library.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Assembled there were the family and those -who were connected with the estate in any way—the -people from the Works and the wharf, -the servants of the house and from about the -place. The great room was packed so full that -it was barely possible for Johnny and Lars to -get inside the door.</p> - -<p class='c011'>John’s uncle, the Admiral, stood at the end -of the table reading from big sheets of paper. -He read something about money, but Johnny -Blossom could not understand a bit of what was -meant, and found himself very uncomfortable -standing squeezed in among all these grown-up -people.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Suddenly he heard his own name. “John -Christopher Winkel Blossom,” read the Admiral. -That was Johnny’s own name exactly. -Uncle Isaac had often said that there was -no one among all the relatives who had the -whole of the old name now except Johnny -Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It is therefore my last wish that my grand-nephew, -John Christopher Winkel Blossom, -inherit after me my estate of Kingthorpe, whole -and undivided, including the mansion and park, -the Works, the Bay Point wharves, the Holmen -sawmill”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>The Admiral read on and on.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Lars poked Johnny in the side. “Just listen -to that, boy!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>From the farther end of the hall came -the query: “Is he here? Is Johnny Blossom -here?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, here he is,” piped a shrill, boyish voice -from the doorway.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You are to come forward,” said the Admiral. -It was so still that the rustle of papers in the -Admiral’s shaking hand could be heard throughout -the immense room. Johnny Blossom -squeezed himself through the throng.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Every one looked at him as he stood beside -the Admiral—such a little boy, with comical, -freckled nose and smooth, brown hair. He -looked up at his big, stalwart uncle who was -reading about him, Johnny Blossom!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I believe that this boy has the qualities that -will enable him to meet rightly the serious -responsibilities imposed by a large property and -great wealth. His character is sound through -and through, and he seems to have been endowed -in his cradle with a fine understanding -of the needs and sufferings of his fellowmen. -If this grows, he will understand, when he himself -has become a man, why Uncle Isaac of -Kingthorpe chose him of all others to carry -forward the family traditions in this prominent -station of life. God be with you, Johnny -Blossom!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The stillness of the crowded room had grown -more impressive. “Do you understand?” asked -the Admiral.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No,” answered Johnny frankly, looking up -at his uncle and shaking his head energetically.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Uncle Isaac has made you his chief heir. -You are the owner of Kingthorpe, my boy.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom took instant alarm. Should -he be obliged to live at Kingthorpe in these big, -solemn rooms?</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No,” said he hastily—and his clear young -voice, though emphatic, had a note of childish -fear—“no, I don’t want to, Uncle; I don’t -want to stay here now that Uncle Isaac is -dead”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“How old are you?” broke in the Admiral.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Eleven years old in four months and”—he -began to reckon exactly how many days over -there were before he should be eleven years old, -but he did not have time because the Admiral -lifted him suddenly and stood him on the table. -Right up on the top of the handsome library -table!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Here he is, friends,” said the Admiral, “for -any of you to see who have not known him before, -though I think you all do know him well.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>A subdued murmur of assent ran through -the room. Yes, indeed. Of course they all knew -Johnny Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“And we must hope,” continued the Admiral, -“that this boy will fulfil all the expectations -that are centered in him”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom thought that the room had -become stiller than ever. A strange, wonderful -feeling swept over him. There was something -serious, something that he alone was to be -responsible for, something expected of him that -no one, no other person, could help him with.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“And with honor to his family fill that responsible -position in life which great wealth -will oblige him to occupy.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“We hope, too,” went on the Admiral, “that -he may have inherited also that noble spirit -which was so marked a characteristic of our dear -Uncle Isaac.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>There was again a moment of utter silence, -through which broke suddenly Johnny Blossom’s -clear little voice:</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I can <i>never</i> be as kind as Uncle Isaac!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>A smile went round, but Mother was crying -and Father, with arms folded, was looking up -earnestly at Johnny. From amidst the group -of workmen, old Rolfsen, foreman at the wharf, -elbowed his way to the table.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well,” said he, pausing after each word of -his speech, as was his custom, “well, the old -gentleman was a good man, as we all know—we -who worked for him. He was always good to -us, never anything but good. But now there -is only this to say: we wish to bid this boy welcome. -We know him, and it will surprise me if -he does not prove the same sort as the old gentleman. -And that is the reason we welcome you, -Johnny Blossom.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Old Rolfsen reached out a gnarled, rough -hand to Johnny and all the rest of the workmen -came, one by one, and shook hands with him. -It was queer, but it was pleasant, too, for he -knew them all and he smiled at them as they -greeted him. Lars Berget gripped his hand so -hard that it really hurt. And just think! Even -Carlstrom came and made a beautiful bow -(My! how stiff his moustache ends were today!), -and to crown all, Miss Melling pressed forward -and actually courtesied! At this Johnny Blossom -was so astounded that he had to look over at -his mother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Later, when the working people had gone, -there was a tremendous amount of solemn talk -between Father and the Admiral and the other -uncles. Johnny Blossom did not understand a -bit of it, but stood beside his mother, who was -still crying a little, though Johnny could not -see that what they talked of now was anything -to cry over.</p> - -<p class='c011'>When his parents were finally ready to go, -Johnny Blossom thought they would walk home -as usual, but, true as you live, Carlstrom was -waiting with the handsome black horses and -the landau with the damask cushions—a much -grander equipage than the one which had -brought them to Kingthorpe. They had had the -brown horses then.</p> - -<p class='c011'>All the uncles shook hands with Johnny -very ceremoniously. People were still standing -around the steps at the entrance to the mansion -and in the park along the avenue where the -carriage would go, and Johnny Blossom could -hear them saying, “Here he comes!—the heir -of Kingthorpe!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Again little Johnny Blossom had a feeling -that something was expected of him. So he -stood up, put his heels together, bowed as well -as he could in the moving carriage, and said: -“Good-by! I thank you all. Good-by!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>At the far edge of a group stood Lars Berget, -who swung his hat in the air and ventured a -faint, “Hurrah!” No one joined in it, however, -for they bethought them of Uncle Isaac.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom sat down again with wonder -in his eyes. It was all so amazingly queer. -Suddenly his mother said, “You must not -think, little John, that your father and I are -altogether glad about this.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>No, it had not occurred to Johnny Blossom -that it was anything to be particularly glad -about.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“May God help us to guide you aright!” -added Mother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Every one they met as they rode along turned -around and stared at Johnny. It was very embarrassing, -really, to be the heir of Kingthorpe.</p> - -<p class='c011'>When the carriage stopped at the garden gate -at home, Carlstrom asked whether the <i>young -gentleman</i> would not like to ride on the new -saddle horse. He could guarantee that it was -safe. Now indeed was Johnny Blossom altogether -dumbfounded. What had got into Carlstrom -today? He was usually so cross.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“We will consider that later,” said Father.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Why was it necessary to consider such an -absolutely certain thing? Of course he wished -to ride. It could easily happen that Carlstrom -would be as cross as usual after today and never -offer the horse again. He knew Carlstrom! -But Father had a very sober face, and when he -looked like that there was no use saying anything. -So Johnny Blossom darted into the house and -raced around to find Asta and the maids, to -tell them the remarkable happenings of the -afternoon.</p> - -<p class='c011'>There they were, all of them, down in the -syringa arbor—Olea the cook, Lisa the nursemaid, -Asta, Andrea, and Dagny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Now you shall hear!” shouted Johnny, -dashing into the arbor. “Just think! I was put -up on the library table, and all the people came -and shook hands with me; old Rolfsen began it, -and he made a kind of speech for me; and Lars -Berget wanted to shout ‘Hurrah!’ when we -drove out. And if all this isn’t true, you may -chop my head off.” Johnny Blossom’s eyes -shone. He was tremendously in earnest.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Olea the cook knitted slowly and thoughtfully.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It would be just like you to stand on the -table,” she said dryly. “And if the people had -any bringing up, of course they shook hands -with you as with everybody else.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No. Nobody stood on the table but me,” -said Johnny Blossom. “And they didn’t shake -hands with any one else either; and that is as -true—as true”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Humph! It’s very likely that they paid -their respects to such a great man as you!” -said Olea.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“My uncle the Admiral made a speech about -me, too,” continued Johnny Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“The boy is crazy,” said Olea, knitting on in -unbroken calm.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“What did Uncle say?” asked Asta.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“He said—he said—that I must fill the -station with honor; I didn’t understand exactly -what that meant, but he said it because I am to -have Kingthorpe. But I will <i>not</i> live there; -they may all be sure of that.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“He is crazy as a loon!” said Olea. But Lisa -the nursemaid was more interested.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You are to have Kingthorpe, did you say?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, my uncle the Admiral said so; he -read it from a great big paper—he read out -my whole name. <span class='sc'>John Christopher Winkel -Blossom</span>, he read; and that is as true—as -true”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“For the land’s sake!” said Lisa, laying John’s -trousers, which she was patching, down in her -lap.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, if that isn’t the greatest I ever heard -in all my days,” said Olea. “However, I don’t -believe it. It is just some of your tomfoolery, -John, you rascal.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Here comes Mother and you shall hear for -yourself,” shouted John. “Didn’t I stand on -the table, Mother? And shan’t I have Kingthorpe, -Mother?” Mother assented soberly.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, my boy.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>John looked triumphantly at Lisa and Olea.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Now you see what silly nincompoops you -are—never believing a single thing I tell you.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“John dear,” said Mother, “you are not to -use such expressions.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Well, Lisa and Olea were really very contrary -both of them. What would they say if they knew -how every one had been calling him the heir of -Kingthorpe? On the whole it was rather pleasant -to be called that, although somewhat embarrassing. -He would not speak of it to Olea -and Lisa after all—not yet, anyway. They -were both staring at him in open-mouthed -wonder.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id005'> -<img src='images/p108.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='ch09' class='c009'>CHAPTER IX<br /> <br />One Day in Vacation.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_4_0_675 c017'>OH, how pleasant it was to lie in bed like -this in the morning now that it was -vacation! Not to have Lisa the nursemaid -popping her head in at the door and -saying, “John, it is time to get up. You -must hurry, too.” That was what she always -said.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Just to lie here and think!</p> - -<p class='c011'>How people did pry and talk about all that -Kingthorpe heir business! They seemed to -think it something remarkable. The minute -he showed himself in the street, people called -to him and asked him if he wasn’t awfully -glad.</p> - -<p class='c011'>What a crazy idea! Glad, when it had all -come about only because Uncle Isaac was dead—dear, -good, kind Uncle Isaac! Every time -Johnny Blossom thought of him a lump came -in his throat. Then he would whistle to try to -get the lump away, but whistling did not help -greatly, for he was very sorry and missed Uncle -Isaac so much. No, glad about it he could never -be, never in the world.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, pshaw! It was raining. Johnny Blossom -turned a scowling face toward the window. -Just what one might expect—to have it rain -the very first day of vacation! It always did, -always. Funny kind of rain, anyhow—coming -down in a regular slant. Perfectly horrid. He -had planned to do so much today—be “boatman,” -for instance.</p> - -<p class='c011'>If it would only rain enough so that the whole -world would be covered with water, there might -be some fun in it. If people had to go in boats, -and nobody could walk anywhere, but every -one had to swim, that would be jolly!</p> - -<p class='c011'>Well, he would not get up yet anyway, since -it was raining so hard. He would lie there and -sing all the school songs. So he began singing -at the top of his voice, “<i>Yes, we love our -grand old Norway</i>.” That went splendidly. -Then he started another, but that tune ran up -rather too high for his voice.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Mother appeared in the doorway.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Come, John, don’t lie there and screech in -that fashion.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Don’t you like my singing, Mother?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Not that, it was horrible; and people can -hear you away down the road.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>It seemed rather pleasant to John, that his -singing should be heard so far.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Get up now,” said Mother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Happening to see his new paint-box with its -enticing cakes of paint of all colors, Johnny -Blossom in his night gown and bare feet was -soon wholly absorbed in mixing paint.</p> - -<p class='c011'>There was Mother at the door again.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why, John! Are you standing there in your -night gown painting?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Just see this beautiful color I have made, -Mother,” exclaimed John, exhibiting a muddy -yellow mixture as the result of his efforts. -Mother did not seem much impressed with the -new yellow color.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Wash yourself thoroughly,” she said. Oh, -yes! That was what Mother always said. John -showed her two red ears he had scrubbed, but -she wasn’t satisfied. Oh, dear! How many -bothersome crinkles and crannies there were -in an ear, anyway!</p> - -<p class='c011'>After breakfast Johnny Blossom determined -that he must walk twenty-four times back and -forth on the veranda railing, the railing representing -a rope stretched over Niagara Falls. -Johnny walked with greatest care, his arms -outstretched and his tongue in his cheek, to -help him keep his balance.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, John! My boy!” called Mother from -the dining-room window.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I’m—crossing—Niagara Falls—on—a—tight-rope,” -said Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>He scarcely dared to speak, so very risky was -the walking; but when he could take hold of one -of the veranda posts, he called:</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Now I have got across Niagara Falls, and -all the people are shouting ‘Hurrah!’”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Indeed,” said Mother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>But my, oh, my! There was the sun. Johnny -Blossom shouted “Asta” everywhere through -the house, for now there was a chance for them -to realize a certain plan that he had made. -Since he could not carry it out alone, he would -make use of Asta, even if she were only a girl, -poor thing!</p> - -<p class='c011'>At last he found her, in a big rocking chair, -reading some stupid girls’ book. They rushed -over to Jensen’s Wharf, for that was where -Jeremias the wood-cutter kept his boat, and -they had a standing permission to use it whenever -they wished.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The steamer would arrive very soon—the -one that did not come in to the wharf and whose -passengers, therefore, had to be rowed ashore if -they wished to land here. Johnny and Asta -thought it would be great fun to row out and -call up to the ship that if any one wished to go -ashore, here were the boatmen for them, boatmen -who were good for something, too.</p> - -<p class='c011'>There lay the steamer already. They rowed -their best, but saw that a big boat carrying -passengers ashore had already started. Pshaw! -Too bad they had come so late! However, -Johnny Blossom rowed swiftly and carefully -alongside the steamer.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Is there any one who wishes to land?” he -shouted up toward the deck, in as manly a tone -as he could assume.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Yes, there was an elderly gentleman with -glasses who had not gone with the other boat.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Can you row?” asked the gentleman with -the glasses.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You may be sure we can,” answered Johnny -Blossom, with a very superior air.</p> - -<p class='c011'>So the gentleman got into Jeremias’s boat -and Johnny and Asta turned it toward the wharf. -Asta was always inclined to put her oars too -deep in the water, and when she tried to take -them out, she had to get up off her seat almost -every time. Johnny threw condemnatory -glances at her. She was likely to ruin everything, -doing no better than that, after he had assured -the gentleman that they could row.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The boat scraped against the wharf.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“How much for my passage?” asked the -gentleman.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Do you think five cents is too dear?” asked -Johnny in a businesslike manner.</p> - -<p class='c011'>No, the stranger thought not.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I declare if there isn’t the Kingthorpe heir -himself, hiring out as boatman!” came a voice -from the wharf.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Pshaw! Ola Ramm was hanging over the -railing watching them.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Kingthorpe heir?” asked the gentleman. -“What does he mean by that?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It is what they call me,” replied Johnny, -rather soberly.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Asta led the way at once to the candy -shop.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Perhaps we ought not to have taken any -money,” said Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I should like to know!” exclaimed Asta. -“As heavy as he was to row!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The raspberry drops were very good. Why -not be boatmen all summer long?</p> - -<p class='c011'>A few moments later Johnny remarked, -“The goat ought really to go to Grassy Island -today.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Really, it ought,” agreed Asta.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“We’ll bring it right down to the boat now,” -said John. And the goat that had lived all -summer in the yard back of the barn was forthwith -untied and taken out the back way down -to Jensen’s Wharf.</p> - -<p class='c011'>It was the cunningest goat you ever saw, -lively but good, and so pretty—light gray, -with a little beard. Mother had bought it early -in the spring. On Sundays it had a blue ribbon -around its neck, and other days a red worsted -collar with a white button. It was a great -pet.</p> - -<p class='c011'>John had lately decided that there was too -little grass for it back of the barn and that the -goat must go every day over to Grassy Island -for a good meal.</p> - -<p class='c011'>There was no trouble in getting the goat down -to the wharf, for it would follow John wherever -he went. To get it into the boat was another -matter, but that was accomplished at last, and -they started out over the water. John rowed -and Asta was to hold the goat; but suddenly it -got contrary. It kicked out in spiteful fashion, -put its head right against Asta’s stomach, and -was altogether unruly.</p> - -<div id='p114' class='figcenter id007'> -<img src='images/p114.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>ONE DAY IN VACATION</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>“Hold it still, why don’t you?” shouted -John. Asta struggled and strove, but without -success.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, how stupid you are!” exclaimed her -brother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Evidently he would have to attend to the goat -if it was to be made to behave. With this -thought, Johnny Blossom laid his oars down -and scrambled over the thwart. Now indeed -was there a great to-do! The goat kicked and -the boat rocked and tipped in a frightful manner. -Johnny Blossom strove his best to get control, -but the goat’s legs went like drumsticks. The -boat took in water at a great rate as it rocked -violently from side to side.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You’ll go into the water, youngsters!” -shouted some one from the shore. It was Pilot -Stiansen.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Indeed, they wouldn’t go into the water! -Oh, the horrid little goat!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You row,” shouted Johnny to Asta, “and -I’ll hold it.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>While Asta was changing her place in the boat, -the goat kicked its liveliest, and the boat tipped -so far over that it seemed as if it must capsize -the next instant. Before they knew it, Pilot -Stiansen was right beside them in his big fishing -boat.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You wild youngsters! If ever I saw your -equal!” he grumbled behind his red-brown -beard. “Sit still, I tell you!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Pilot Stiansen produced a piece of rope and, -reaching over, tied the goat’s legs together, -then took the children’s boat in tow and towards -shore they went. The idea of their being towed! -What a way to be treated! They would have -got along beautifully if that meddlesome old -pilot hadn’t come and spoiled all their pleasure. -Perhaps he would tattle about it, too.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Go home now, like good children,” said -Pilot Stiansen, as he untied the goat’s legs. -“And don’t do anything like this again.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Pooh! He thought we would drown,” said -Asta. “Silly!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom also was indignant over the -pilot’s interference with their fine plan for -feeding the goat. But it wasn’t the stupidest -thing in the world to tie the goat’s legs together. -In the afternoon they would do that, and Pilot -Stiansen needn’t trouble himself any more over -their affairs.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom hastened to get Mother’s -sharpest scissors—the big shiny ones—for -he intended to cut some long strips of stout -cloth to tie the goat’s legs with. Johnny cut -and cut. Suddenly the big blades slipped, -caught Johnny’s little finger, and before he knew -it, had cut the tip of it clean off! It hurt awfully—oh, -well—not so terribly after all; but my, -oh, my! how it bled! Johnny Blossom bound -his not over-clean handkerchief around it, but -still the blood came. Now it was all over his -trousers. Perhaps he had better hide until it -stopped.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Mother! Mother!” shrieked Asta. “Here’s -a piece of a finger, with your big shears, lying -on the attic stairs!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It is John’s,” said Mother instantly and with -the utmost certainty.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The doctor was sent for, the finger-end sewed -on, and the hand bandaged.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“There aren’t many persons with a sewed-on -finger tip, are there, mother?” asked John, -with some pride.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No, fortunately not,” replied Mother.</p> - -<hr class='c018' /> - -<p class='c011'>In the evening who should come to visit -Father but the elderly, spectacled gentleman -they had rowed to shore in the morning!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why, here are my small boatmen!” said -the gentleman.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Boatmen?” repeated Father, astonished.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes. They rowed me ashore from the -steamer.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Now, how pleasant that was, that they -could be of service to you,” said Father.</p> - -<p class='c011'>What would Father think if he knew that -they had taken money for rowing a person -ashore? Oh, dear! That had been wrong then. -Johnny Blossom sat doubled together, scowling -fiercely, as was his habit when he was worried -about anything. That miserable five cents—why -had they taken it?</p> - -<p class='c011'>At night Johnny lay wide awake, waiting -for his mother’s good-night visit.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Aren’t you sleepy, John?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No, I’ve got something I must tell you.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“What is it, little John?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“We took five cents from that gentleman for -rowing him ashore.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why, John, my boy! Did you?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, but I asked him if he thought that -was dear.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But Father would not like your doing this, -John.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No, that’s why I told you,” said John.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Have you said your prayers?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No, I was just thinking about that,” replied -John. “I was thinking that perhaps I had better -say, ‘Now I lay me’ and ‘Our Father’ both -tonight, on account of the finger tip and the five -cents and everything else today, Mother.” And -John looked inquiringly up at his mother to -see whether she approved.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes,” said Mother. So Johnny Blossom -said his prayers with his eyes tightly squeezed -together, and fell asleep immediately after.</p> - -<hr class='c018' /> - -<p class='c011'>“And there are several weeks more of vacation,” -sighed Mother.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id005'> -<img src='images/p120.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='ch10' class='c009'>CHAPTER X<br /> <br />Tellef’s Grandmother</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_6_0_675 c017'>REALLY, no pleasanter place was to be -found than down at Sandy Point, where -Tellef lived. The shabby gray hut -stood among locust and wild cherry trees on a -small green plot, and if you went up on the knoll -back of the house you could get a wide view of -the glorious open sea.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Tellef and Johnny Blossom had been friends -ever since that time long ago when they had had -a fight and he had broken Tellef’s fishpole, and -then had given him the two half-dollars he had -got from Uncle Isaac. Never since had they -been anything but the best of friends.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Another thing that was pleasant about going -to Tellef’s was that no one there talked to him -about being heir of Kingthorpe and all that. -He was sick of that subject now.</p> - -<p class='c011'>And yet there was something sad, too, at -Tellef’s house, for Tellef’s grandmother was -blind. Just think! When she went out of doors -she had to keep her hand on the house and walk -that way, going round and round it; and that -looked so queer. Sometimes she would sit -right down on the grass and cry because she -could not see; and somehow it seemed especially -sad that she should cry with those sightless -eyes.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Aren’t you glad that you can see?” said -Grandmother to the boys one day. “Don’t -you thank God every day for your good eyes?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>No, Johnny Blossom had never thought of -such a thing. He shut his eyes tight so as to -know how it would seem to be blind. Oh, dear, -it must be dreadful! Think of everything being -dark—always, always dark!</p> - -<p class='c011'>One day he and Tellef took the grandmother -up on the knoll. She longed to feel the salt -wind blowing directly from the water, she said. -So there she stood, with her gray hair tossing -about her wistful old face, and with her sightless -eyes turned toward the sea.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It was very kind of you boys to bring me up -here,” said Grandmother. “Oh, if I could only -see the water! Is it smooth and bright?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, it is like a mirror, Grandmother,” -answered Tellef.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Are there many ships in sight?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, there goes a steamer to the east, and a -beautiful boat lies right near here, and far out -there is sail after sail.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Far out?” asked Grandmother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, far out against the sky.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Far out against the sky,” repeated Grandmother, -staring with her sightless eyes. Then -she sat down to rest, with her hands folded under -her apron and her face still turned seaward, -while Tellef and Johnny Blossom played about -in the heather.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It must be dreadful to be blind,” said Johnny -to Tellef.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes,” said Tellef, tearing up bits of heather -and tossing them away. “It is cataracts Grandmother -has in her eyes.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Is it?” said Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>When they joined Grandmother again, she -said: “It would be almost too much to ask of -any one, but if the master of Kingthorpe were -alive, I do believe I should have the courage to -ask him for money enough to go and have my -eyes operated upon, so that if possible I might -see the ocean again.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Then they took Grandmother carefully down -the hill, one boy on each side of her.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Now that was kind of you,” said Grandmother -as she sat once more on the slope in -front of the house.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom dashed homeward over the -hill, bounding his swiftest so as to get home -soon, for he had thought of something he was -eager to carry out. If the master of Kingthorpe -were alive Grandmother would ask him for -money, she had said. Well, but really—he, -Johnny Blossom, was master of Kingthorpe -now, so he must, of course, attend to it. And -he knew how he could do it. He would sell the -fishing rod Uncle Isaac had given him—it -cost an awful lot of money, Miss Melling had -said—and Grandmother should have all he -got for it. And his collection of coins—he -would sell that, too. It ought to bring a lot of -money—those old two-shilling pieces were so -curious; and there was the English coin—my! -that was worth ever so much!—and the queer -old medal.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Wasn’t there something else he could sell so -that Grandmother should see the ocean and -everything again? Oh, of course—all those -books about Indians; they must be worth a -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.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom was as red as a peony from -his swift running when he dashed in upon his -mother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Mother dear, can’t you sell that fishing rod -for me that I got from Uncle Isaac?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Sell your fishing rod? Indeed, you must -not think of such a thing.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“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”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But why in the world should you sell all -these things?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, so that—so that—I tell you what, -Mother, it is <i>dreadful</i> to be blind.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Mother stared in blank amazement.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“And Tellef’s grandmother says that if the -master of Kingthorpe were alive, she would ask -him for money to go and have her eyes operated -on. It costs frightfully, you see, Mother, and I -have to be the master of Kingthorpe now; so -I want to give Tellef’s grandmother the money. -I <i>must</i> do it because Uncle Isaac would, and I -am the Kingthorpe heir.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom talked so fast that his words -tumbled over each other. “Oh, I must,” he -continued, “for Grandmother said it would be -heavenly to see the ocean once more.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Mother patted Johnny’s hand. “We’ll think -about it, little John, and talk it over with -Father.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>But Johnny went to work at once to take the -fishing rod apart, and then wrapped it very -carefully in old newspapers. Great sport it -would have been to have this fine rod to fish with—it -was such a beauty—but think of not being -able to see, just to walk around a house holding -on to the walls! My, oh, my! how frightfully -sad that was!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I hear that you wish to sell your fishing rod -so as to get money for Tellef’s grandmother,” -said Father at the dinner table. “Very well, -John. I will buy it and you shall run over to -Sandy Point with the money this afternoon.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny grew crimson with pleasure. “Oh, -thank you, thank you!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You may bring me the fishing rod,” said -Father.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It’s all packed,” answered Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Then Father gave Johnny a sealed envelope.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Take great care of this—there is a good deal -of money in it—and run down to Tellef’s grandmother -with it at once. Say that it comes from -Kingthorpe.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>So Johnny Blossom dashed over the hill -again. This was something worth hurrying -for. When he came to Sandy Point, he -saw the grandmother walking alone around -the outside of the house, feeling her way as -usual.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Good day,” said Johnny Blossom, bowing -low. “Please take this”—and he put the -envelope into her hand.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“What is it?” asked Grandmother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It’s money so that you can be made to see -again,” answered Johnny, earnestly.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“What are you talking about, boy?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I thought it was so awfully sad that you -couldn’t see—not the trees, nor the flowers, -nor the ocean, nor anything—and so—and so—Father -said that I must tell you that this -envelope came from Kingthorpe; but open it, -open it!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom was so excited that he kept -hopping around. Grandmother sat herself right -down on the ground.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It’s more than I can bear,” she said. “I’m -all weak and trembly in my knees. God bless -you, boy, what is it you say? Shall I see once -more? Oh, God’s mercy is great!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny kept on hopping. “Yes, you’ll see -everything, everything!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I hear they call you the heir of Kingthorpe,” -said Grandmother, “and I believe you are going -to be just like the old master.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>By this time Tellef’s mother and Tellef and -his sisters had joined them; the envelope was -opened and several bills fell out.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Did you ever in your life!” exclaimed -Tellef’s mother. “Here’s two hundred dollars, -Grandmother.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>My, oh my! All that money for a fishing -rod, thought Johnny, still dancing gleefully -around Grandmother. But all at once Grandmother -started up eagerly and began to talk -fast:</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I must go right away. Come and help me. -I have no time to lose. I have not seen the ocean -for twelve years. I must go right away. Oh, -to think that the good God has remembered -me, poor old body that I am!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You must thank Johnny Blossom, Grandmother,” -said Tellef’s mother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I’m fairly out of my wits with joy,” replied -Grandmother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>That night when Mother came into Johnny’s -room to say good night, she found him wide -awake. His eyes were big and earnest as he -whispered, “Oh, Mother, it is wonderful to be -heir of Kingthorpe.” And Johnny Blossom -that night, for the first time in his life, prayed a -prayer that he made himself, instead of repeating -the Lord’s Prayer. He said:</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Thank you, God, for all the money for the -fishing rod. Let Tellef’s grandmother be made -to see everything again. And thank you because -I am heir of Kingthorpe. In Jesus’ name. -Amen.”</p> - -<hr class='c018' /> - -<p class='c011'>Tellef’s grandmother went away and stayed -a long time. Johnny Blossom had almost forgotten -the whole matter when Tellef said to him -one day, “Grandmother is coming home tomorrow, -and she can see!” So the next day -Johnny Blossom and Tellef’s mother and sisters -with Tellef went to the wharf to meet Grandmother, -who was coming by boat.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Up the gangplank she walked, entirely alone, -and looking around with a radiantly happy -face.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You must speak to Johnny Blossom too, -Grandmother,” said Tellef’s mother. Johnny -came forward, bowed low, and reached out to -Grandmother a little sunburned hand.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I thank you, sir,” said Grandmother. “I -thank you, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Many persons were standing around, all -looking at Grandmother and Johnny Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It is this little gentleman who has given me -my eyes again, friends. What a blessed miracle -it is that I can <i>see</i>!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Everybody looked at Johnny Blossom. Awfully -embarrassing to have them stare so! But -later Johnny sat on the top of the hill and -sang, “<i>Yes we love our grand old Norway</i>,” with -the greatest enthusiasm, he was so overflowing -with joy.</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id005'> -<img src='images/p130.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='ch11' class='c009'>CHAPTER XI<br /> <br />The Pet Horse</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_4_0_675 c017'>HOW impossible Father was to understand! -Why couldn’t he decide about -the little horse that Carlstrom had said -“the young gentleman” might ride? Johnny -Blossom had been out to the Kingthorpe stables -a number of times to see the horse. My, oh, my! -but it was a beauty! It was small and trim, dun-colored, -with black mane; and oh, how swiftly -and gracefully it could run on those slender -legs! No, Father could have no idea how remarkable -it was that Carlstrom had offered -to let him ride—and such a horse as that!</p> - -<p class='c011'>However, one morning in the first week of -vacation, Father said: “You may begin to ride -now, John. I had a talk with Carlstrom -yesterday.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Thank you, Father.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I do not need to say that you must be kind -to the horse and do exactly as Carlstrom says.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Of course. I’m going now.” And Johnny -Blossom ran at topmost speed, so as not to lose -a second’s time in getting out to the little yellow -horse.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Carlstrom was extraordinarily kind.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“We could have sent the horse in to the young -gentleman,” he said, with extreme politeness.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Let the horse go away into town just for -<i>me</i>!” said Johnny, amazed. “Oh, no. It is -better that I should run out here. I ran like -the wind.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, what joy it was to ride! It was like having -wings and flying through the air! Carlstrom -showed him just how to hold the reins and to sit -on the horse; and the little horse trotted and -John rose in the saddle, and his face shone.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Thank you very much.” He bowed low to -Carlstrom when at last he must go home.</p> - -<p class='c011'>After this, the moment he had swallowed his -breakfast, off he would run to Kingthorpe; come -home at noon, eat his dinner, and run straight -out there again.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Father said it was best he should not ride in -the town, but only out near Kingthorpe. Naturally, -however, it was not long before the boys -knew that Johnny Blossom, every single day, -trotted around Kingthorpe on a beautiful horse; -and of course the boys flocked out to Kingthorpe. -They sat by the big pine tree and waited -until Johnny Blossom came riding along. It -was great fun for him when they thronged around -him, exclaiming over everything, while he sat -erect in the saddle, whip in hand.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Even the great big boys of the Fourth Class -came. Otto Holm himself, who wore a stiff -hat and carried a cane, sat and waited to see -him, little Johnny Blossom! By and by it -came about that they asked if they might not -ride, just a little way—Otto Holm and Peter -Prytz and Gunnar Olsen, and it was too embarrassing -to say no to such great big fellows.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“If you want to play ball with us in the -afternoons, you may,” said Otto.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Indeed Johnny Blossom wanted to! He -had hung over the fence day after day, looking -at the big boys, who played in their shirt sleeves -and without caps, and looked so manly. And -these boys were asking him to play with them! -Of course they must ride, they were so very -friendly to him. It made him feel quite grand, -too, to be the one to decide whether they should -ride or not.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It isn’t worth while for you to say anything -at home about our riding,” said Otto. Oh, no! -Johnny wouldn’t say anything.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Day after day he found the group of big boys -waiting for him. They did not embarrass him -now by asking for rides, but took his permission -so for granted that he himself had scarcely any -chance to ride. However, it was interesting, -because it was his horse, after all, and they kept -appealing to him.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Isn’t it my turn now, Johnny Blossom?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“He’s mean, he is. It’s mine!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Are you crazy? He rode only yesterday, -John.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, John! Tell him to get off and let me -ride!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Don’t you do it! It’s really my turn.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>My, oh, my! How exciting it was!</p> - -<p class='c011'>Bob—that was the horse’s name—knew -Johnny whenever he went into the stable; there -was no doubt about that, for the little horse -would turn around in his stall and whinny at -the sound of the boy’s step or voice. Of course -Johnny always had sugar for him and brushed -his pretty coat for him every day—dear, cunning -little Bob!</p> - -<p class='c011'>One day Otto Holm proposed that they should -see who could ride most quickly over a certain -distance. Otto, who of course had a watch, -should manage the starting; and Peter Prytz -should be timekeeper at the turning point; and -the time was to be kept strictly, even to the -seconds, exactly as in real races. They all -thought Otto’s idea a fine one, but again they -said to Johnny, “Now don’t go and tattle -about this at home, for then all the fun would -be over.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, no, Johnny would tell nothing. Great -sport this race was going to be for him, because -of course he would ride the swiftest of all, being -the most accustomed to riding. The boys devoted -several days to practising for the great -race which was to come off on Saturday.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The weather that day was damp and close, -and the roads were very muddy because it had -rained hard through the night; but all the -boys were assembled at the big pine tree when -Johnny Blossom rode up. They cast lots to -determine the order in which they should ride. -Otto had a notebook and pencil and wrote the -names. Johnny Blossom’s, to his disgust, came -last of all.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Otto rode first. He snapped the whip and -galloped off, making the mud fly in every direction. -There was much disputing among the -waiting boys as to whether he started at three or -four seconds after eleven.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Why! There he was back again. “Six -minutes and eight seconds going,” he shouted, -“and eight minutes and one second coming -back!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The others went each in turn, all making fine -speed. Johnny Blossom gave Bob two lumps of -sugar after every trip.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Finally, it was Johnny’s turn. “You are -really too little to ride properly,” said Otto. -“We’ll allow you double time.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Too little! Were they crazy? Indeed he -wouldn’t have double time. He would ride -better than any of them, he would. Who was -it owned the horse? He would show them who -could ride best; and he struck Bob sharply. -“Away with you, Bob! Faster! Faster!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>But Bob was so queer today. And he breathed -so strangely. He had been breathing something -like that these last few days, but today it was -worse, and he didn’t hurry even when Johnny -struck him again with the whip. Finally he -almost stopped, and breathed more queerly than -ever.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, dear! Johnny was in despair. The boys -had all been much quicker than he, and they -would just say that he was too little and must -be allowed double time.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Hurry up, Bob, I tell you!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>At last he reached the turning point. Peter -Prytz, who kept the time there, laughed uproariously.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“That was awfully well done, Johnny Blossom! -Only twelve minutes.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>What a shame, what a shame that he should -be the poorest rider of all! On the way back -he whipped Bob so that the horse finally ran, -puffing, coughing, and stumbling along.</p> - -<p class='c011'>All the boys laughed and shouted hurrah -when Johnny got back to the starting point. -How disgusting it was to have people make -fun of you!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Bob breathed so,” said Johnny Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Is it anything to worry about when a -horse breathes?” scoffed Gunnar Olsen. “He -breathed like a bellows when I rode, but yet I -took only eight minutes and four seconds.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Six seconds, you mean,” said Otto.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No, four, exactly.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It was six.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It was four.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>There they stood with their angry faces -close together as they quarreled over the two -seconds. It seemed as if the dispute might end -in blows.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It’s pretty bad, the way you’ve ridden today,” -said Lars Berget soberly, when Johnny -Blossom came into the stable with Bob. “He -is all used up, poor Bobby!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“He breathes so queerly,” said Johnny -Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“If you only haven’t broken his wind, boy. -Pretty risky—to ride him the way you have -these last days.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, dear! How dreadful! At home no one -knew a thing about anything, and here he had -behaved like this and perhaps hurt Bob. To -“break a horse’s wind” was dangerous he knew, -because he had heard about one of the livery -stable horses that had to be shot on account of -being “broken-winded.” But Bob! It was impossible -that it should go that way with Bob! -Oh, it couldn’t!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why, John dear, aren’t you eating anything?” -asked Mother that noon.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, he had had enough—plenty.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It seems to me you are very pale,” pursued -Mother. “Are you sure you are not sick?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Pooh! Far from it. He wasn’t the least bit pale.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, they didn’t know anything about the -trouble with Bob, and he didn’t dare to say a -word about the racing or anything.</p> - -<p class='c011'>As soon as they left the table, back he ran to -Kingthorpe. When he went into the stable -Carlstrom was standing looking at Bob.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It’s a dark outlook here for the young gentleman,” -said Carlstrom. “The horse’s wind is -broken.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom sat down upon a box, with his -hands thrust deep in his pockets, and stared at -Bob; but not a word passed his lips.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“The best thing to do is to shoot him at -once,” continued Carlstrom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Away darted Johnny Blossom without a word. -Out of the stable, across the grounds, and up to -an outlying field he ran as if for dear life. In a -far corner of the field he threw himself down, -and burying his face in the grass cried bitterly, -and so hard that his whole body shook with his -sobbing.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, Bob, Bob! And he, who was heir of Kingthorpe, -had abused the little horse! What would -Uncle Isaac say if he knew? And now he could -never ride horseback any more! Oh—oh—oh! -He must go home and tell Mother. It was -dreadful to do it, but he must, he must.</p> - -<p class='c011'>When he passed Kingthorpe, he took care -not to glance in that direction; it would be too -sad to see the stable and all that. He had a lump -in his throat the whole way and was in utter -misery, but he kept on running doggedly. When -some boys called to him he only ran the faster, -without looking back.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Mother sat alone on the veranda. How good -that she was alone! John sat down on the steps, -all doubled together, and said not a word.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, John,” said Mother, “is anything the -matter?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, there is something—something perfectly -dreadful, Mother, but I’ve <i>got</i> to tell you -about it.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, that is best, little John.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But it is a terrible thing. Carlstrom says -that I’ve ruined Bob riding him so hard and that -Bob must be”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny could say no more, but threw himself -flat on the floor and cried. By degrees Mother -got him to tell about the big boys, who wanted -to ride, about the racing and everything.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It was really shameful of those great big -boys,” said Mother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, but Father said I was to be kind to Bob, -and careful of him—and I haven’t been,” -sobbed Johnny. “And besides, I am the heir -of Kingthorpe, you know, Mother.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny’s face was swollen with crying, and -the tears had made streaks down his dirty -cheeks.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Of course you should have spoken to Father -and Mother about it.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Mother put him down on the sofa and washed -his hot, tear-stained face. Some time after he -exclaimed, “Mother.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, little John?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Do you think Uncle Isaac up in heaven is -sorry he made me heir of Kingthorpe, because -of this with Bob?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No, I do not believe he is.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Are you sure of it?” Johnny’s blue eyes -gazed earnestly at his mother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes. Perfectly sure.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>There was something else he wished to ask, -but he scarcely liked to—perhaps it was -silly. Well, he <i>could</i> ask Mother about it, -though he wouldn’t ask any one else in the -whole world.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Mother dear, don’t you think that Bob will -surely go to heaven when he dies?”</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id006'> -<img src='images/p141.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='ch12' class='c009'>CHAPTER XII<br /> <br />The Umbrella Adventure</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_4_0_675 c017'>JOHNNY BLOSSOM was entirely at a loss. -Here it was the best part of the vacation and -not a bit of fun going on. It rained nearly -every day—such disgustingly long showers -that if they did ever hold up, it was too sopping -wet in the grass and everywhere to do anything. -Besides the wind blew very hard, but that was -rather pleasant, there was so much you could -do when there was a good wind—fly kites, for -instance.</p> - -<p class='c011'>But though kites were great fun, there was -something else Tellef and he had thought of. -They had not done it yet, but they had often -talked about it; and their plan was that some -day, when there was a good brisk wind, they -should take that enormous, old-fashioned umbrella -Tellef’s grandmother had, and use it for -a sail! It would work beautifully.</p> - -<p class='c011'>They were not allowed to sail with real sails, -but with an umbrella—pooh! nobody could -object to that, surely. He would hold the -umbrella and Tellef would steer.</p> - -<p class='c011'>It was easy enough to get possession of the -umbrella, and out at Sandy Point there was -always a boat to be had just by turning over -your hand, so to speak. Today there was exactly -the right kind of a breeze. Possibly it -was a little strong, but that would be only the -more fun. So Johnny Blossom took to his heels -and sped over the hill to Tellef.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The umbrella and the boat were soon procured -and the boys started out. First they rowed in -very proper fashion past the Tongue—a rather -high point of land; but when they were well -hidden by this point, they pulled in the oars and -put up the umbrella in a flash.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Pshaw! What a beastly wind! He could -scarcely hold the umbrella, and as for Tellef’s -steering, it was downright stupid. Oh, oh! -Was the boat going to upset? It was a lively -time. The boat flew like an arrow, the waves -were high, the wind—really he could not hold -the umbrella much longer. My, oh, my! how -far out they were now. The boat took in water -every minute—whole buckets full. Johnny -Blossom’s blouse was sopping wet.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh!</p> - -<p class='c011'>Away went the umbrella, right out of his -hands, and only by a hair’s breadth did the boat -escape capsizing. Tellef, as quick as lightning, -had thrown his weight to the upper side of the -careening boat or they would have gone straight -into the water.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Over the sea sailed the umbrella—and there -were Johnny and Tellef in the rocking boat far -out from land.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Ugh! boy!” said Tellef.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Ugh! boy!” said Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“That wasn’t much to do,” said Tellef. -What it was that wasn’t much to do, Tellef -didn’t say. Johnny only stared out over the -gray-blue splashing waves.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Only think! He might have been lying under -those waves now!</p> - -<p class='c011'>And all at once the truth smote him: he -ought not to have done this; he had known all -the time that he ought not, and yet—he had -done it.</p> - -<p class='c011'>It was only an excuse when he had told himself -that it was all right to sail with an umbrella. -He knew perfectly well that it wasn’t. -Ugh! how disobedient he had been, he who -was heir of Kingthorpe, too! Before, it didn’t -matter so very much if he were disobedient; but -everything was different now that he was the -Kingthorpe heir. He must not be disobedient -any more, for it was shameful. How sorry, how -sorry he was!</p> - -<p class='c011'>All this time they were striving as hard as -they could to turn the boat toward shore. -Johnny’s thoughts ran on:</p> - -<p class='c011'>It wasn’t because the wind blew so furiously -or that the waves dashed so high or that the -umbrella had floated away, that made him so -sorry! No indeed. Pooh! Nor was it that they -sat drenched in the tossing boat far out among -great white-capped waves. If he only had not -been so awfully disobedient.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Suppose he had been drowned. It would -have been pleasant, wouldn’t it, for him, the -heir of Kingthorpe, to meet Uncle Isaac at the -heavenly gate, after being so disobedient?</p> - -<p class='c011'>“This was a crazy plan,” said Tellef. His cap -had blown away, his hair was dripping round -his ears, and he rowed with might and main.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“If we can only get behind the Tongue,” -said Tellef.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“If we can only get behind the Tongue,” repeated -Johnny. They rowed steadily for a while, -their red faces showing the effort they made, -while the wind blew more fiercely than ever.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“We can’t round the point,” said Tellef.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, we can,” said Johnny Blossom, bracing -his feet more firmly against the bottom of the -boat.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Shall we shout for help?” asked Tellef.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, that would only frighten them if they -heard us,” answered Johnny Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The great waves were now driving the boat in -towards the shore, but unfortunately to the -outer, dangerous side of the Tongue.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Shall we say our prayers?” asked Tellef.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Not yet,” answered John.</p> - -<p class='c011'>—“for we are surely going to drown,” continued -Tellef.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The wind was roaring so that they could -scarcely hear each other speak.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The boat was driven nearer and nearer to the -shore. “It is going to strike and we must jump -for the land,” screamed Johnny. The instant -after, the boat did strike, and Tellef and John -were thrown head first onto the smooth beach.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Tellef had been thrown farthest up; he pulled -John to where he was, and there they lay, panting, -while the boat swung and tossed in the sea, -a little way out.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Now we are saved,” said Tellef.</p> - -<p class='c011'>But my, oh, my! how wet they were! They -sprang to their feet and ran—up over the -Tongue, over mound and marsh; they climbed -over fences and waded through thick-growing -heather. Now and again they glanced seaward, -seeking the boat and the umbrella, but not a -scrap of either was to be seen—a fine result -from their grand adventure, truly!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You’d better come into our house to get -yourself dry,” said Tellef.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But the umbrella,” said Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes—it was as unlucky as it could be,” -said Tellef. “Perhaps it is as well not to say -anything about the umbrella just at first.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>But no sooner had they come into the little -kitchen where Tellef’s mother was roasting -coffee over an open fire than John said:</p> - -<p class='c011'>“The worst thing is about the umbrella.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“About what umbrella?” asked Tellef’s -mother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Grandmother’s. It blew away.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Tellef’s mother was very much out of patience, -but she wrung the water from Johnny’s blouse -and hung the blouse by the fire.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“And you,” she said sharply, “the Kingthorpe -heir—to behave like this!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, yes—it was just that that made everything -worse. Johnny Blossom sat in his shirt -sleeves close by the hearth, staring thoughtfully -into the fire.</p> - -<p class='c011'>It was being heir of Kingthorpe, he could -plainly see, that made things difficult; for, truly, -hadn’t everything been easier when he was just -Johnny Blossom? There was so much to think -of now—responsibility and all that. But still, -he really wanted to be good; he really and -truly did; though he hadn’t seemed to succeed -very well.</p> - -<hr class='c018' /> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom sat crouched together on the -veranda steps, Mother sat on the veranda sewing, -and the sun shone hotly down. Long silence.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, John,” said Mother. “What is the -matter?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>How could Mother know that anything was -the matter? for he had just sat there stock still -and had not said a single word!</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, there are some things that are so hard, -Mother.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, I know that.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Mother dear, <i>must</i> I be the Kingthorpe heir?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, you must, John.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well. I’ve been out sailing with an umbrella”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But John, John! You knew perfectly well -that you ought not to do that!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, but I just forgot it for a minute or two, -Mother.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“That’s only an excuse, John. You remembered -it all the time. Look me right in the eye -and say whether you didn’t remember it.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny blinked at a great rate, and then -looked straight at his mother. Yes, he had -remembered it, that is to say, deep in, he had.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Exactly—‘deep in’—that was Conscience, -little John.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“There is so much to remember, Mother!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No. What Father and Mother tell you -about right and wrong is not too much for -you to remember.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Deep silence.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“The umbrella blew away, Mother, and the -boat is lost, too.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Tell me all about it.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“The waves were too high, you see—that’s -the way it all came; and the umbrella was too -frightfully heavy; but we landed head first, if -you’ll believe it. This is the way we fell over -each other.” And Johnny Blossom demonstrated -on the veranda floor how they had been -cast ashore.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You got wet then?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, yes. You may know we were wet, sopping -wet. We were almost upset in the sea, you -understand; we were nearly drowned.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, John! My dear little John!” Mother -was so frightened that she drew him into her -arms.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, but you see we didn’t drown; and my -blouse got dry as tinder at the fireplace in -Tellef’s house. Just feel how dry it is!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But isn’t your shirt wet?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, that’s wet,” admitted Johnny Blossom.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The next day Mother said: “Father and I -have decided, John, that you shall go away for -a while this vacation. You shall go to visit -Mrs. Beck at Ballerud. That will be pleasant -for you, and as it is an inland country place, I -shan’t have to be in constant anxiety about -your falling into the sea.”</p> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c004' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id006'> -<img src='images/p150.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='ch13' class='c009'>CHAPTER XIII<br /> <br />The Birthday Party</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_3_0_675 c017'>THE first of September was Johnny Blossom’s -birthday, and Father and Mother -had decided that he should have a party -and that the party should be held at Kingthorpe. -How delightful that would be!</p> - -<p class='c011'>He was to be allowed to invite just exactly -whom he pleased, especially those who had been -kind to him, Mother said. My, oh, my! but -that would mean a good many!</p> - -<p class='c011'>Soon after this plan was made, all the household -went out to Kingthorpe one day—Father, -Mother, Asta, Andrea, Dagny, and Johnny -Blossom, of course, and the two maids.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Wide open stood the park gates, wide open the -heavy, richly wrought gates to the courtyard, -where the fountain was splashing musically; -wide open, too, the great entrance doors and all -the doors between the rooms, so that light and -air streamed once more through the long-closed -mansion. Very big and beautiful it looked in -the bright sunshine, and its curtains fluttering -in the summer wind seemed to be waving -a welcome from the windows.</p> - -<p class='c011'>In the lofty, echoing rooms everything had -been left undisturbed: the furniture with its -silken upholstery, the mirrors reaching from -floor to ceiling, the great paintings that filled -the walls, and the art treasures, gathered from -every corner of the world. Many of these -tapestries and vases and statues were extremely -rare, but to Johnny Blossom they were only -queer, especially a certain Indian idol with an -ugly face made of gold. Why should any one -want that?</p> - -<p class='c011'>Mother went about, uncovering mirrors and -furniture until the room which was called the -white salon showed all white and yellow, with -its gilding and its silken damask cushions -gleaming in the strong September sunlight.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I think Uncle Isaac would like that there -should be a festival at Kingthorpe on the first -birthday you have after becoming the Kingthorpe -heir, John,” said Mother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom went storming through the -rooms. My, oh, my! how little he seemed when -he looked at himself in those enormous mirrors. -Soon, however, he was walking on the railing -of the veranda. What a veranda it was, with -its massive stone pillars and broad steps of -white marble leading to the grounds! Still, -Johnny Blossom was not altogether sure that -the veranda at home wasn’t just as pretty; at -any rate, it was pleasanter, that was certain.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Below the veranda at Kingthorpe an avenue -of nut trees stretched a long way. The foliage -was so thick that the avenue was always in deep -shade, however bright the day. Not a sunbeam -pierced the gloom, but far down at the end of -the avenue, something shone like a big glittering -eye. That was the sea shining.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The whole garden with its crooked old trees -and newly planted young ones was overflowing -with fruit: big and little pears, red apples, yellow -apples, and oh! any quantity of plums—yellow -plums bursting with ripeness, great juicy blue -plums, and those sweet ones of a reddish purple -color. Hurrah!</p> - -<p class='c011'>And he was to ask every one he wished to! -Hurrah for that, too! All the boys in his class, -of course; and all the boys in the next higher; -why, yes, and those little fellows in the class -below. And Tellef! And Tellef’s sisters and -mother and the grandmother—she could see -now—yes, he must have her. Then all those -old women at the almshouse. And the workmen -at the wharf and the Works—they must -come with their families.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Mother planned everything for the party. -There should be long tables in the park, where -the feast should be spread for the children and -most of the grown-up people; but the old and -feeble ones whom Johnny invited should have -their feast in the beautiful dining room that -had angels painted on the ceiling. A band of -music was to come from the city. There were -to be flags and colored lanterns the entire length -of the shady avenue, and when daylight faded -and the park began to grow dusky, there would -be fireworks—yes, fireworks as true as you live! -Mother said so.</p> - -<hr class='c018' /> - -<p class='c011'>As the first of September drew near, Johnny -Blossom could scarcely sit still a minute, he was -so full of joy. He asked if he might not go -around and invite the guests himself, it would -be so jolly.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You mustn’t forget anybody,” warned -Mother.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Far from it. He was sure he would remember -every single one.</p> - -<p class='c011'>First he went to Madame Bakke, who lived -nearest. She had had a long illness and was -paler than usual today. Johnny Blossom put -his heels together and bowed.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I want to know if you will come to a party -on Saturday at Kingthorpe, Madame Bakke,” -said Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“What do you say?” asked Madame Bakke.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“It’s my party,” continued John, “and I -am to invite as many as I please.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, well!” exclaimed Madame Bakke in -delight. “Am I to go to Kingthorpe?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, and there is so much sunshine out -there,” said Johnny. “You’ll see how hot the -sun is on the white marble steps.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But I haven’t any fine clothes,” said Madame -Bakke.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, of course you must look nice,” said -Johnny seriously, “but you don’t need anything -fine. Good-by, and welcome to the party.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom bowed himself out and -Madame Bakke watched him as long as he was -in sight.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Next he went to the little crippled boy who -had such big, mournful eyes.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I’m going to have a party at Kingthorpe,” -said Johnny, “and I want you to come. There -will be lots and lots of yellow plums.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Is that so?” asked the little cripple.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You may chop my head off if it isn’t,” said -Johnny. “And your little sisters are to come, -too; only they must have their faces washed.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Can I eat all the plums I want?” asked -the little cripple.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, yes, the whole garden is full.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Shall I come now?” asked the child, smiling.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“No, it is next Saturday.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“That’s a long time to wait.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, well, the plums will be all the riper.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Away went Johnny Blossom to Jeremias -the wood-cutter.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“On Saturday you must come to my party at -Kingthorpe, Jeremias,” said Johnny.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Who is going to invite me?” inquired -Jeremias.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Why, <i>I</i> invite you, you see.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“What should I do there?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, eat and drink and have fun. If you -want to swing in the big swing, for instance, -you can do that.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, now! Perhaps that would be pleasant,” -said Jeremias the wood-cutter. “It is -handsome of you to invite me.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I’m inviting all my friends,” said Johnny -Blossom, earnestly. “You must wear that -light coat the mayor gave you, for that will -look nice, you know.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Yes, he had that coat, but who had told -Johnny to tell him to wear it?</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I thought of it myself.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Jeremias wagged his head. “I tell you, -there’s something to a boy that has the head -to plan like that.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“You will be very welcome, Jeremias,” said -Johnny ceremoniously.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Now it was Katrina the dwarf he was inviting. -She could not believe at first that she -was asked to a party at Kingthorpe.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“A dwarf like me would not be wanted at -that fine place,” said poor Katrina.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, indeed, you are to come; you must -come. There’s going to be a band of music the -whole time.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Music? Is there to be music?”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Yes, and awfully good things to eat.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh! but to think—music! It’s just heavenly -to listen to music.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Well, you can sit and listen to music all day, -and eat plums at the same time.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny prevailed; poor little Katrina agreed -that she would come.</p> - -<p class='c011'>At the almshouse all the old women gathered -in the hall and stared at Johnny Blossom. He -looked very little standing among them. Indeed -they would come, all of them, he might be sure -of that.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“But why do you invite poor old folks like -us?” asked Olava.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Oh, because I am heir of Kingthorpe, you -know, and because everybody likes to go to a -party.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>All the old women laughed, and Johnny -said, “Welcome to Kingthorpe, then, on Saturday,” -and bowed and went his way.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Later he invited many, many children from -the town as well as from his own school, and all -the teachers.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Oh, it was wonderful! wonderful! Johnny -Blossom had to stand on his head in the grass, -time after time—everything was so unspeakably -joyful!</p> - -<p class='c011'>At last the great day came and the weather -could not have been finer. The gates to Kingthorpe -stood wide open and people thronged -inside. The flags waved, the sunbeams danced, -and under the old trees there was a continual -buzz of gay talk and laughter.</p> - -<p class='c011'>At first, however, it was a little ceremonious. -Johnny Blossom had to stand beside Father and -Mother on the great marble steps and welcome -the guests. He was rather sober and felt a -little shy. Father and Mother, too, although -they smiled, were somewhat serious. Mother’s -eyes even had tears in them.</p> - -<p class='c011'>All the old women came clambering up the -steps and shook hands with Johnny; and then -Mother took them into the drawing room and -said, “Please feel free to go anywhere you -wish about the house and to look at everything.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Gradually the great rooms were filled, the -park overflowed with children, and the band in -the walnut tree avenue sent everywhere its -strong, rich tones. On a bench near the bandstand -sat Katrina the dwarf in a bright red -dress. When Johnny Blossom saw her he ran -to the garden and picked as many plums as he -could carry and put them in her lap. “I promised -you these, you know,” he said.</p> - -<p class='c011'>It wasn’t long before there were children in the -trees everywhere, shaking the branches, throwing -the fruit down to the grassy ground, where their -fathers and mothers sat laughing and wondering -at everything. To the children it was all like -a fairy tale. There were dances and games and -every kind of jollity under the stately old trees, -and it took some skill to get the people to their -places when the feast was ready.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Long tables stood in rows in one part of the -park, as had been planned. Father presided -here, while Mother attended to John’s special -guests in the beautiful dining room. Milla the -fishwoman and Olava and the others sat stiff -and proper on the edge of the damask-covered -chairs, saying not a word. Tellef’s grandmother, -however, talked fast enough. She was so happy, -now that she could see.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Ah, me! Ah, me!” said she. “It’s all a -miracle; that I should be here in this fine room -and see all this grandeur, see out of the window -where the sun shines, and see also something that -shines still brighter in Johnny Blossom’s eyes.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The old people strayed through the house upstairs -and down. They looked at everything, felt -of everything, exclaimed over everything; they -ate, and put into their pockets, and ate again.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Johnny Blossom ran joyfully around everywhere. -He was not still two minutes. They -all wanted to see him and called to him from -every direction. My, oh, my! how jolly it was -to be the heir of Kingthorpe!</p> - -<p class='c011'>When the feasting was over, there was a call -for silence. It came from Father, who stood -again at the top of the marble steps and was -evidently going to make a speech. All the -children flocked together near the steps, in the -sunshine, and hundreds of childish faces were -upturned towards the speaker. Behind Father, -on the veranda, at the windows, and in the doorways -stood John’s aged friends, among them -Katrina in her bright red dress and Jeremias -the wood-cutter in the mayor’s light coat that -was altogether too small for him. Jeremias -had been to the Kingthorpe woodshed the first -thing, for there was something he understood; -but now he had stationed himself behind Father. -The crippled child sat on the lowest step, his -pockets stuffed full of plums.</p> - -<p class='c011'>John had to stand right beside his father -during the speech. Every word could be heard -even by those on the edge of the crowd:</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Johnny Blossom had permission to invite -all his friends to Kingthorpe today. He was to -ask all who had been kind to him, and it looks -as if he had a great many kind friends. This is -his first birthday since he became heir of Kingthorpe. -Perhaps you think it is an easy thing -to be that—that it means only to shake ripe -fruit into your lap and to live in big, bright -rooms. Johnny Blossom will understand more -and more, as time goes on and he grows older, -that it is not easy to be the Kingthorpe heir.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Do you ask why? Because it means work and -responsibility. For what is all this that you see, -house and garden, park and farm, but a <i>loan</i> to -be accounted for? It is only a loan. That is -why it brings to Johnny Blossom work and -responsibility. He must remember that Uncle -Isaac did not give him all this to use simply -for his own benefit and pleasure—far from it—but -for the good of others. He must remember -that riches bring duties. He must remember -that God will some time say to him, ‘Johnny -Blossom, how have you dealt with what you -received as a loan upon the earth?’”</p> - -<p class='c011'>It was very solemn and impressive to have -Father say all this about him, and a lump came -in Johnny’s throat. Father paused and then -continued, speaking more emphatically:</p> - -<p class='c011'>“Children, you are all heirs. You are all -heirs to God’s Kingdom. You all have work to -do, responsibility to bear. You, too, will be -asked some time: ‘What have you done upon -earth? Have you been loving and kind? Have -you tried to do what good you could?’ The -greatest thing is to be loving; but you know -that life demands from us not only love, but -truth and obedience and much besides of which -I will not speak now. I wish only that from this -first visit to Kingthorpe you should take home -with you this word: <i>You are all God’s children, -all heirs together of God’s Kingdom</i>.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>Father was certainly a splendid speaker. -There! they were shouting hurrah! Johnny -joined in at first, but soon he found they were -saying, “Hurrah for Johnny Blossom!” This -was embarrassing, but pleasant, after all.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Again the company scattered throughout the -park. This was the time for the sack-racing and -other contests in jumping, running, and singing. -Father gave out the prizes, and then refreshments -were served again.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The sunbeams slanted more and more and -some of the children fell asleep, leaning against -their mothers; so the fireworks began earlier -than had been planned. With the first rocket’s -hissing flight the children awoke and shouted -for joy, and the fireworks hissed and sparkled -and flashed—red, blue, green, yellow—above -the park.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Finally, the whole company assembled in the -great white salon. The children sang some -beautiful songs, ending with, “<i>Yes, we love our -grand old Norway!</i>” Some one came forward, -elbowing his way. It was Jeremias in his tight -coat.</p> - -<p class='c011'>“I want to say thank you, sir, for such a day -as this. I’m only a poor man, but I can say this -much, Johnny Blossom can do many a good -turn”—</p> - -<p class='c011'>Jeremias seemed to have no more to say.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Then some one lifted Johnny Blossom up. -He was warm and red, but beaming. “Come -soon again, everybody!” he called out.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Little by little the room emptied. The colored -lights shone like small suns along the dark -avenues, and the stars twinkled and gleamed.</p> - -<p class='c011'>In the tiny bedroom in town Johnny Blossom -laid his brown head on the pillow. “Thank -you, dear God, thank you, thank you,” he -murmured, and said no more, for he was overpowered -by sleep.</p> -<div class='figcenter id010'> -<img src='images/p163.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c003' /> -</div> -<p class='c011'> </p> -<div class='tnbox'> - - <ul class='ul_1 c004'> - <li>Transcriber’s Notes: - <ul class='ul_2'> - <li>Missing or obscured punctuation was silently corrected. - </li> - <li>Typographical errors were silently corrected. - </li> - <li>Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were made consistent only when a predominant - form was found in this book. - </li> - </ul> - </li> - </ul> - -</div> -<p class='c011'> </p> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Johnny Blossom, by Dikken Zwilgmeyer - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JOHNNY BLOSSOM *** - -***** This file should be named 64005-h.htm or 64005-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/4/0/0/64005/ - -Produced by David Edwards, Barry Abrahamsen, and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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