"Yes, Addie, I'll say so if you really want me to; but aren't you afraid it will hurt Bombs' feelings to have his precious rockets left out _in the dark_, so to speak. He has invented a new kind on purpose for daylight show--very rich and dark and velvety, exceedingly so, and he has named it the 'Airy Navy Rocket.' I suppose he intends it for a hit at Lord Tennyson's 'airy navies grappling in the central blue,' and no doubt but they'd get hurt if they should ever materialize sufficiently to get hit with Bombs' rockets," laughed Schwarmer, looking at Adelaide, keenly. He was wondering how she stood affected toward the young man. "Airy Navy Rocket!" exclaimed Adelaide. "I won't have it. I don't care if his feelings _are_ hurt. You know how his horrid rocket hurt poor Mary. It killed her baby, hurt her feelings and made her sick. She and her children are going over to Ruth's to stay the night of the Fourth. She is afraid to stay with us. O dear! dear! I think it's dreadful to have our own people feel that way toward us. I can't endure it. I thought the Common Council had passed a law against sending off dangerous rockets." "They have, but it didn't include Bombs' brand-fired new navy rocket; and even if it had a few little fines wouldn't cramp him much," laughed Schwarmer. "But I include it. I say he has no business to put those hissing horrors into the Adelaide Library procession. I won't have the Library named Adelaide if he does." "Good for Adelaide," laughed Schwarmer. "That ends it. I promise. What next? There is something more. I see it in your eye." "Yes. There _is_ one thing more. Promise not to have the cannon let off. Ruth doesn't like to hear it and it makes her mother cry, because little Laurens shivered when he heard it the morning before he was killed, and asked her why you didn't have a bugle?" Schwarmer turned quickly to the 'phone and called up a music-dealer: "Please send me at once the best bugle and bugler that there is in the market." "That's all, dear blessed father. I'm so happy! What a truly glorious time we are going to have," cried Adelaide, as she danced out of the office and hastened away to the Library to tell Ruth the good news. She did not tell her about the bugle; but it came in time to speak for itself. It's sweet notes penetrated the Cornwallis cottage as the Fourth of July dawned. Mr. and Mrs. Cornwallis were asleep when the first note came. When the second note came Mrs. Cornwallis awoke and wondered if she were still on earth. She had dreamed of being in Heaven with Laurens and listening to a bugle call. It seemed so real to her that she shook her husband's arm. "The bugle! The bugle! Did you hear it? Are we in Heaven?" "Not quite, Angeline, but I think we are happier than we have been in years and I _do_ hear a bugle. It's time for the cannon. Do you suppose anybody could have put it into Schwarmer's head to have a bugle instead of a cannon?"