The Eagle Was Flying Overhead.
Of course, as you can imagine, Jack and Evelyn had been buying all sorts and all sizes of firecrackers.
"I think the Fourth of July is my favorite holiday of the whole year," said Jack.
"Yes," said Evelyn, "so do I, except possibly Christmas and our birthdays."
"I suppose," said daddy, "that you two children will be up bright and early to-morrow morning, and I have my very great suspicions that your clothes are all ready to be put on in the morning instead of having to waste any time in thinking what you will wear.
"I hardly think I had better tell a story to-night," said daddy, "for you two ought to get some sleep. I am afraid by the time I finish you may suggest that instead of it being the time for going to bed it is the time for getting up."
"Oh, no," said both the children. "Please tell us a little story."
"Yes," said daddy, "I don't believe I can let a single night go by without a story, not even the Fourth of July eve.
"Well, once upon a time—"
"Daddy," chimed in Jack, "I never heard you begin a story that way before."