"How about torpedoes?"
"You couldn't have those, either, I'm afraid," and the nurse smiled as she leaned over to give the boy a drink of orange juice.
"Oh, dear!" sighed the boy in the hammock, just like that. "Oh, dear!"
Uncle Wiggily felt very sorry for him.
"I wish I could do something," thought the bunny gentleman. "This boy won't have much fun on the Fourth of July—not even as much fun as Curly and Floppy Twistytail, the piggie chaps, will have throwing corncobs against a tin pan and making believe they are skyrockets."
"Oh, dear!" again sighed the boy in the hammock. "Oh, dear!"
"What's the matter now?" asked his nurse.
"I don't s'pose I could even have a Roman candle, or a pinwheel, could I?" the invalid asked.
"Oh, indeed no!" laughed the nurse. "What a funny chap you are!"
But the boy didn't feel very funny.