“I fancy you’d get tired of it soon enough,” said Ruth.
“I’d never get tired of it,” answered the little fellow, positively. “When I grow up I want to be a drummer in the band.”
“THE SMOKE WAS SO THICK HE COULD NOT SEE WHERE HE WAS GOING.”–[P. 54.]
“Do you think you want to carry around the bass-drum, Georgie?” questioned Frank, with a smile.
“No, I want the little drum—the one that rattles and has two little sticks,” returned Georgie.
The town people had collected almost a hundred dollars which a committee had expended in fireworks. These were to be set off at the public square, only a short distance from Mr. Hardy’s store. At the appointed time the square was crowded, and the display of fireworks was begun amid great enthusiasm.
“I love those rockets and Roman candles,” said Ruth, enthusiastically.
“And I like the big pin-wheels,” answered Frank.
With Georgie they had taken a place in front of the store. But they could not see extra well, on account of a wagon being in the way, and so moved on to another part of the square.