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ously to Julia, for he knew that remarks of this kind always teased her a little.
Soon all the cottages facing the harbor, as well as the great club houses, were gleaming with Japanese lanterns, bonfires blazed up here and there, and the sky was almost aflame with rockets and other fireworks.
“It’s too beautiful to last!” cried Julia.
“Well, as we won’t see the end of it, we can imagine that it is going to last. Come, girls, come, we must bid good-night to cousin Edward.”
So, in a short time, the Rockley party, girls, guests, and Mr. and Mrs. Barlow, found themselves driving homeward along a dark road. The Fourth was over.
