The Remarkable Rocket.
himself, "she has a decidedly middle-class mind;" and he sank a little deeper still into the mud, and began to think about the loneliness of genius, when suddenly two little boys in white smocks came running down the bank, with a kettle and some faggots.
"This must be the deputation," said the Rocket, and he tried to look very dignified.
"Hallo!" cried one of the boys, "look at this old stick! I wonder how it came here;" and he picked the rocket out of the ditch.
"Old Stick!" said the Rocket, "impossible! Gold Stick, that is what he said. Gold Stick is very complimentary. In fact, he mistakes me for one of the Court dignitaries!"
"Let us put it into the fire!" said the other boy, "it will help to boil the kettle."
So they piled the faggots together, and put the Rocket on top, and lit the fire.
"This is magnificent," cried the Rocket,
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