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She stood by the window, watching. The postman turned round the corner on his bicycle. Her heart beat fast. Johnnie had seen him too and ran to the gate.<br/>Then clatter, clatter up the stairs. Johnnie knocked at her door. "Granny, granny, "he shouted, "I've got your post: "<br/>He gave her four envelopes. Three were unsealed cards from old friends. The fourth was sealed, in Myra's writing. The old lady felt a pang of disappointment.<br/> "No parcel, Johnnie?" <br/> "No granny."<br/>Maybe the parcel was too large to come by letter post. That was it. It would come, later by parcel post. She must be patient.<br/>Almost reluctantly, she tore the envelope open. Folded in the card was a piece of paper. Written on the card was a message under the printed Happy Birthday-- Buy yourself something nice with the cheque, Myra and Harold. |
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