Soon it was time to go to the square in the middle of the city, where the fireworks were to be shown. The six little Bunkers, talking over the fun they had had that day, and thinking of the good times they were to have at Grandma Bell's, walked along with their father and mother. Behind them came Norah and Jerry Simms. "Maybe the tramp will come to see the fireworks," said Rose, who was walking beside Russ. "You mean the red-headed one that has daddy's papers?" "No, I mean the one that came begging at our house to-night." "Well, maybe he will," admitted Russ. "If I was a tramp I'd walk all around and go to every place that I was sure they were going to have fireworks." "So would I," said Rose. "I love fireworks." "But you couldn't be a tramp," declared her brother. "Why not?" Rose wanted to know. "'Cause you're a girl, and only men and boys are tramps. I could be a tramp, but you couldn't." [Illustration: AND THEN THE FIREWORKS BEGAN. _Six Little Bunker's at Grandma Bell's.--Page_ 58] And then the fireworks began, and the six little Bunkers thought no more about tramps, missing papers, or even about the visit to Grandma Bell's for a time, as they watched the red, green and blue fire, and saw the sky-rockets, balloons and other pretty things floating in the air. If the red-haired tramp, or the one for whom Norah had put up the lunch that evening, came to the fireworks, the six little Bunkers did not see the ragged men. They stayed until the last pinwheel had whizzed itself out in streams and stars of colored fire, until the last sky-rocket had gone hissing upward toward the clouds, and until the last glow of red fire had died away in the sky. "Now we'll go home!" said Mother Bunker. "You tots must be tired. You've had a full day, for you were up early." "But we've had lots of fun," said Russ, "piles of it." "And now we'll get ready to go to Grandma Bell's, won't we?" asked Rose. "Yes. To-morrow and for the next few days we'll be busy getting ready to go to Maine," said Mrs. Bunker. "I want a balloon!" suddenly said Mun Bun. He had not done much talking that evening. Probably it was because he was too excited watching the fireworks. It was the first time he had been taken to the evening celebration. "Do you mean you want to go to Grandma Bell's in a balloon?" asked his father. "Maybe you mean you're so tired you can't walk any more, and you want a balloon to ride in. Well, Mun Bun, we can't get a balloon now, but I can carry you, and that will be pretty nearly the same, won't it?" "I want a balloon," said the little boy again, "but I want you to carry me, too. Can't I have a balloon, Daddy?" and he nestled his tired head down on his father's shoulder. Norah was carrying Margy, but the other little Bunkers could walk. "A balloon, is it?" said Mun's father. "Do you mean a fire-balloon?"