The Old Umbrella. 19

 

And that was shortly after the
arrival of the new boots.

There had come a letter in the
morning to say that old granddad
had had a fall—his stick, a regular
old friend, having given way under
him, and let him down.

Of course, Johnny would not have
minded such a tumble as that one
bit; or, at most, it would have cost
him a few tears, and mother would
have had to kiss the place. But,
unfortunately, old granddad had no
mother to do that for him; so, what
was he to do? Besides, he was
heavy, and his limbs were stiff: and
when he was down, it was not so easy
for him to get up again, you see.

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