“You might try it. But Mr. Fardale is as close as Benning, if not closer.”
“If he would only give ten per cent. more it would be something.”
“That is true. Well, you can see him the day after the Fourth of July.”
“I will,” answered Frank. “I can go up on the stage,” he added, for Porthaven was six miles from Claster.
CHAPTER VII
A FOURTH OF JULY CELEBRATION
The people of Claster had arranged for a Fourth of July celebration, and early in the morning folks began to pour in from the surrounding farms until the place took on the liveliness of a fair-sized city.
Knowing that some folks would take the opportunity to order or buy supplies, Frank kept the store open until noon and did quite a fair business. When he closed up he had twenty-six dollars on hand, which he took home for safe keeping.
There was a short parade in the afternoon and all of the young folks went to see this. Little Georgie was particularly enthusiastic and wanted to follow the brass band all over the line of march.
“I’d like Fourth of July to come every day,” he told his brother and sister.