The Boat Club, or, The Bunkers of Rippleton

THE FOURTH OF JULY COMING "How much money have you got, Frank?" asked Charles Hardy of his friend Frank Sedley. "Four dollars and seventy-five cents." "That is more than twice as much as I have. Won't you have a glorious time?" It was the evening of the third of July, and the two boys were counting the money they had saved for Independence. Captain Sedley, the father of Frank, had promised to take him and his friend to Boston to attend the celebration; and they had long looked forward to the event with the liveliest anticipations of pleasure. "I don't know, Charley," replied Frank Sedley, as he slid the money into his purse; "I was thinking of something else." "What, Frank?" "I was thinking how poor the widow Weston is, and how much good this money I am going to throw away on fire-crackers and gingerbread would do her." "Perhaps it would." "I know it would."