"Where do you think I found him,—the small snipe? Way over to Salem!"
"O Kit! did you see the fireworks and the soldiers?" exclaimed Charlie breathlessly.
Kit sank down on the doorstep.
"Walked all the way over there, and hadn't a penny!"
"How could you Kit, without saying a word?" exclaimed Granny in a tone of mild reproach.
"I could have given you a little money," said Hal tenderly.
"And it's a mercy that you didn't get run over, or shot to pieces, or trampled to death in the crowd"—
"O Granny! don't harrow up our feelings," said Joe.
"I was afraid you wouldn't let me go," began Kit, at the first available opportunity for slipping in a word. "And I didn't walk quite all the way there,—a man came along, and gave me a ride. I wanted to hear the music so much! The soldiers were splendid, Charlie; some of 'em with great white feathers in their hats and swords and beautiful horses and coats all over gold"—
"Wonderful hats," suggested Joe with a twinkle; for Kit had gone on with small regard to commas or accent.