“You’ll have to see Doc. Blodgett at Lumberton,” advised Heavy, “and get your eye tended to. He’s a great old doctor——”
“Why, I didn’t know he was an eye doctor,” exclaimed Madge. “I thought he was a chiropodist.”
“He used to be,” Heavy returned, with perfect seriousness. “He began at the foot and worked up, you see.”
Amid all the fun and hilarity, Mr. Steele called them to order. This was at the dessert stage, and there were tall cones of parti-colored ice cream before them, with great, heaping plates of cake.
“Can you give me a moment’s attention, girls and boys?” asked their host. “I want to speak about to-morrow.”
“The ‘great and glorious,’” murmured Heavy.
“We’ve all promised to be good, sir,” said Tom. “No pistols, or explosives, on the place.”
“Only the cannon,” interposed Bobbins. “You’re going to let us salute with that; eh, Pa?”
“I’m not sure that I shall,” returned his father, “if you do not give me your attention, and keep silent. We are determined to have a safe and sane Fourth on Sunrise Farm. But at night we will set off a splendid lot of fireworks that I bought last week——”
“Oh, fine, Pa! I do love fireworks,” cried Madge.