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"I dare say that if I knew him I should not be his friend at all.

It is a very dangerous thing to know one's friends."

"You had really better keep yourself dry," said the Fire-balloon.

"That is the important thing."

"Very important for you, I have no doubt," answered the Rocket, "but I shall weep if I choose"; and he actually burst into real tears, which flowed down his stick like rain-drops, and nearly drowned two little beetles, who were just thinking of setting up house together, and were looking for a nice dry spot to live in.

"He must have a truly romantic nature," said the Catherine Wheel, "for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about"; and she heaved a deep sigh, and thought about the deal box.

But the Roman Candle and the Bengal Light were quite indignant, and kept saying, "Humbug! humbug!" at the top of their voices.

They were extremely practical, and whenever they objected to anything they called it humbug.

Then the moon rose like a wonderful silver shield; and the stars began to shine, and a sound of music came from the palace.

The Prince and Princess were leading the dance.

They danced so beautifully that the tall white lilies peeped in at the window and watched them, and the great red poppies nodded their heads and beat time.

Then ten o'clock struck, and then eleven, and then twelve, and at the last stroke of midnight every one came out on the terrace, and the King sent for the Royal Pyrotechnist.

"Let the fireworks begin," said the King; and the Royal Pyrotechnist made a low bow, and marched down to the end of the garden.

He had six attendants with him, each of whom carried a lighted torch at the end of a long pole.

It was certainly a magnificent display.

Whizz! Whizz! went the Catherine Wheel, as she spun round and round.

Boom!

Boom! went the Roman Candle.

Then the Squibs danced all over the place, and the Bengal Lights made everything look scarlet.

"Good-bye," cried the Fire-balloon, as he soared away, dropping tiny blue sparks.

Bang! Bang! answered the Crackers, who were enjoying themselves immensely.

Every one was a great success except the Remarkable Rocket.

He was so damp with crying that he could not go off at all.

The best thing in him was the gunpowder, and that was so wet with tears that it was of no use.

All his poor relations, to whom he would never speak, except with a sneer, shot up into the sky like wonderful golden flowers with blossoms of fire.

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