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Johnnie takes his dinner basket from his mother's hands, & hurries down the street, whistling a popular air as he goes. The widow stands in the door-way watching him, until he turns a neighboring corner. | Johnnie takes his dinner basket from his mother's hands, & hurries down the street, whistling a popular air as he goes. The widow stands in the door-way watching him, until he turns a neighboring corner. Then she turns back into the hall; & then they part as they have done many a [[morning?]] before - the son going to his daily toil, & the mother to her [[unclear?]] She enters the little kitchen that is bright & pleasant with morning sunshine. She is soon busy with his home affairs; & there is a peaceful, contented look upon her wrinkled features. Her's is a humble home, but not without many comforts. Her son, Johnnie, is a house-carpenter - by trade - steady & industrious. They live together; & what he earns by hardy toil supports them both; while she in her widow-hood, keeps house for him. He is a good son; the one [[unclear?]] to her declining years. His heart is bound w/ in him - indeed, in the [[unclear?]] world , there is no one like "her Johnnie." The morning wears away. The little clock in the sitting room strikes the hour of eleven; & it finds the widow neatly attired & seated at the kitchen table, taking her early lunch, It is | ||
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ing - warm and sunny. The hour is early - that hour when she unclear? unclear? classes of any of our great cities , go forth to their daily toil. "Good-bye, Mother." "Good-bye Johnnie - my son." Johnnie takes his dinner basket from his mother's hands, & hurries down the street, whistling a popular air as he goes. The widow stands in the door-way watching him, until he turns a neighboring corner. Then she turns back into the hall; & then they part as they have done many a morning? before - the son going to his daily toil, & the mother to her unclear? She enters the little kitchen that is bright & pleasant with morning sunshine. She is soon busy with his home affairs; & there is a peaceful, contented look upon her wrinkled features. Her's is a humble home, but not without many comforts. Her son, Johnnie, is a house-carpenter - by trade - steady & industrious. They live together; & what he earns by hardy toil supports them both; while she in her widow-hood, keeps house for him. He is a good son; the one unclear? to her declining years. His heart is bound w/ in him - indeed, in the unclear? world , there is no one like "her Johnnie." The morning wears away. The little clock in the sitting room strikes the hour of eleven; & it finds the widow neatly attired & seated at the kitchen table, taking her early lunch, It is