"You'll go and see the fireworks, John?" said Tom.
"Fireworks? What—where?"
"In Christchurch meadow, by the water-side. Haven't you heard about them?"
"No," John knew nothing about the fireworks.
"Oh! Then I am the first to tell you of them. There's to be a grand display to-night in honour of somebody, or something or other—I don't know what."
"Oh!" said Tincroft.
"And you must go and see them, Mrs. Tincroft, too."
"Really," said John, "I don't know. I don't care much for sights, you know; and I daresay Sarah would rather be at home."
"Nonsense. One would think you were too wise to be pleased with anything. I know better—don't you, Mrs. Tincroft?"
"John is always pleased when he sees you, Mr. Grigson," said Sarah.