"There's to be an oration on the green, and the soldiers will be out, and it'll be just jolly! Hurray! And a holiday in the middle of the week! Mr. Terry said I needn't come to the store at all."
"There'll be some music, won't there?" asked Kit.
"A drum and a bass-viol, I guess. But it would be royal to go over to Salem, and hear the brass band."
"What's a brass band?" was Kit's rather puzzled inquiry.
"What a goose! Why, a brass band is—horns and things."
"What kind of horns?" for Joe's explanation lacked lucidity.
"Oh, bother! Kit, you'll burn up the ocean some day with your brightness."
"Cornets," said Hal; "and something like a flute, and cymbals, and ever so many instruments."
"Did you ever see 'em?"