“I never heard of one before.”
“Well, we have one here.”
“Well, when does it come, then?” I asked, hoping to get at it in that way.
“In summer time,” he replied, smiling, “now—about August.”
“No, it don’t,” commented the boy in the tree. “It comes in the spring. I know because we were still in school yet last year, and they let us out that day.”
“Well, what month was it in then?” I went on. “April, May, June?”
“May, I think,” said the boy in the tree. “I know we were still in school anyhow.”
“Well, what do they do on Booster Day?” I inquired of the boy on the ground. “What do you do?”
“Well,” he said, kicking the bricks with his toes, “they, now, send up balloons and shoot off firecrackers and have a parade, and someone goes up in a flying machine, at least he did last year.”
“Yes, what for, though?” I inquired.