seated himself tohis mornings task of looking over and signingimportant papers, when, without one word ofannouncement, the door softly opened, and Blos-som, with downcast eyes and folded hands, stoodbefore him. Well, my child, he said, in hispleasant, cheerful tones, what do you want sobright and… … Well, my child, what do you want? Lincoln s Birthday 159 papers before him. I remember. It was a fatalsleep. You see, child, it was at a time of specialdanger. Thousands of lives might have been lostfor his culpable negligence. So my father said, replied Blossom gravely,but poor Bennie was so…
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