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And the plan leapt like Aphrodite, full grown, into
the brains of both William and Ginger, simultaneously.
They never even quarrelled as to who had thought of
it first because they knew that both of them had
thought of it in the same second.
Miss Masters moved restlessly from room to room. She'd be thankful when this terrible day was over. November the Fifth was always as long as a week to her. One read of such dreadful things in the paper. A knock at the front door bell startled her. She went to answer it. A small boy with his arm in a sling and his face bandaged stood there and asked her with exquisite politeness what the time was. She told him, gazing at him anxiously.
" What have you done to yourself, my little man ? " she said kindly.
" I was jus' helpin' my father get the fireworks ready for to-night an' some of them went off," said her little man.
"Poor child!" said Miss Masters deeply moved; " and was your father hurt ? "
" Yes," said the child, " he was hurt very bad. They've took him to the hospital."
" Dear, dear I " said Miss Masters anxiously. " I've always said they were nasty, dangerous things."
" Yes, they are," said the child whole heartedly. " I feel I never want to see one of 'em again anyway. Eleven o'clock, did you say ? Thank you very much indeed. I'm sorry to have troubled you. Good mornin'."
Still with exquisite politeness the child took his leave and Miss Masters watched him pitifully as he walked down the garden path.
" Poor little chap ! " she murmured as she closed the door.
Her restlessness increased. November the Fifth seemed a more terrible day than ever. The poor little