This decided the matter, and it spoke highly for his
fellow-pyrotechnists that his conduct was not criticized by them. All
seemed to have an idea that a summons coming from such a quarter was
more or less compulsory, and that if anyone were to blame it was the
doctor himself.
Besides, the joy of fireworks is a great and a solid joy, though
unhappily, when capital is limited, far too transitory. Still, while it
lasts, it leaves no room for regret. Miss Johnson liked the fireworks
very much indeed. The catherine-wheels, attached to the trunks of
trees, whirled round, sending golden stars sailing into the darkness;
the Chinese crackers hopped along the ground making a terrific noise;
and when the set-piece flared out, somewhat reluctantly, with its “Many
Happy Returns” in flaming letters, the governess was quite touched, and
thanked them in a little speech for their kind thoughts.
Edward replied in a few well-chosen words, which included a graceful
allusion to the novel. Then a belated Chinese cracker, going off
suddenly and away from its neighbours, produced a scream from Bridget,
and the ceremony was finished.
For the bonfire, which was to have been the principal item of the
evening, and would have served as a pretext for sitting up till all
hours, was cruelly nipped in the bud. Hardly had Jim and Grif and
Edward set their matches to it, hardly had the first crepitating sounds
rejoiced their hearts, the first tremulous flames flickered up with
a delicious cloud of aromatic smoke, when grandpapa intervened and
commanded them to put it out.
The ‘putting out’ was perhaps not performed so expeditiously as it
might have been, and there was a good deal of kicking of blazing sticks
about the grass; but grandpapa was firm, and it had to be done. It
was at this trying moment that Miss Johnson revealed the excellent
sportswoman she had secretly been all the time, by proposing that
they should come indoors and play games instead, and that the hour of
bedtime should be postponed, even for Jim and Ann, till the delirious
stroke of ten.
CHAPTER XXI
PALMER AT WORK
‘Go and catch a falling star.’
――_Donne._
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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