“You must thank Johnny Blossom, Grandmother,” said Tellef’s mother.
“I’m fairly out of my wits with joy,” replied Grandmother.
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:
“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.”
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.
Up the gangplank she walked, entirely alone, and looking around with a radiantly happy face.
“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.
“I thank you, sir,” said Grandmother. “I thank you, sir.”
Many persons were standing around, all looking at Grandmother and Johnny Blossom.