“Betty,” said Ruth as she sprang out of bed next morning, “do you know what day this is?”
“Wouldn’t need two guesses if I didn’t know,” said Betty. “Listen to the boom of cannons. It’s the Glorious Fourth of July.”
“To-day,” said Ruth, “we must do something exciting.”
“What shall it be?” Betty’s tone was eager.
“Listen!” said Ruth, seized with a sudden inspiration, “I’ve got a dollar.”
“So have I.”
“We’ll spend them all for Roman candles.”
“Roman can—”
Ruth held up a hand. “We’ll get Pearl Bracket to go along. We’ll row over to House Island in the evening and eat a picnic lunch on the grass before the fort that overlooks the bay. The sunset is wonderful from there.
“Then when it’s getting dark, we’ll go into the old fort and have a sham battle with Roman candles.”