“Isn’t this the most fun you ever heard of?” cried one boy, who was a Health Officer.
“Oh! I wish we could live at Happy Hills all the time!” came from a Policeman, wistfully.
“Now Little Citizens, we will stand back and watch a trial drill of our brave Firemen,” called Uncle Ben.
The big boys belonging to the fire department now ran to the shed they had called the “Fire-house,” and were soon in their uniforms. Then they performed as only eager, enthusiastic boys can before a number of spectators. They were applauded loudly and Uncle Ben said they were ready for the Grand Exhibit on the morrow.
The Police Force drilled next, and they, too, were heartily applauded. The second exhibition ended, Uncle Ben ordered all to fall in line and march away to play.
“Wish we had a brass band, Mr. Ta’mage! Wouldn’t it be fun to have parades!” called the Fire Chief.
“Say, Bill, that’s a fine idea! Are there any Little Citizens here who can play on an instrument?” asked Uncle Ben.
“I kin play a fiddle!” squeaked a weak boy’s voice.
“I’ve got a mouth-organ,” called another.
“I beat the drum!”