佚名 / Anonymous Mr. Dawson was an old groud everyoow. Kids dared not to go into his yard to pick a yummy apple, because Dawson, they said, would e after you with his BB gun. When, one Friday, Ja and Amy got ough to his house, Dawsoh his usual frown. But whe ut on a broad smile and said, “Hello! Miss Amy. I see you’ve got a little...