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Updated: May 12, 2025
"So much the better, Cross, for I know nothing about it. Come, I will ring the bell; I suppose some one will answer it." A lad made his appearance. "Were you Mr Williams's servant?" "Yes, sir." "Get me out a bottle of wine and some glasses there, that will do." "Now, Bob, let's drink success to the Firefly." "Here's success to the Firefly, Mr Keene, and success to the captain.
And when he came back to the place where he had left Benjamin Bat, that odd gentleman had vanished. The terrified Benjamin had floundered away toward the swamp. And never, afterward, did he have a word to say to Freddie Firefly.
"That's what I'm watching out for. I don't want my whole outing spoiled." After a large amount of hard walking and climbing they managed to cover about half the distance to Firefly Lake. But by that time both were so exhausted the doctor's son called a halt. "No use of killing ourselves," he said. "We can't go any farther than the lake to-day, anyway."
But he saw no reason for quarreling with him. "Can't you think of some plan by which I could meet Betsy Butterfly?" Dusty Moth persisted. "Perhaps if I could see her just once I'd be able to get my mind off her and on my meals again." "I don't know how I can help you," Freddie Firefly confessed. "You see, Betsy goes home exactly at sunset.
The lawn lay bathed in moonlight; and as I picked, my way over it toward the stables for Firefly, I paused to look back at the house aglow, with light, the music of the fiddles and the sound of laughter floating out of the open windows. Even as I gaped a white figure was framed in the doorway, paused a moment on the low stone step, and then came on until it stood beside me.
"All right," said Beany. He swung to the floor. "Hustle and dress. I bet some thing is on foot." He hustled himself into his clothes and was ready as soon as Porky, who considered himself the record dresser. Together they slipped through the dark passage and went up on deck. The Firefly fled like a wild thing, cutting a swift path through a rough and choppy sea. They went forward.
Light was the one scintillating characteristic of this great city. The first night that one finds himself here he feels as though he were wandering about in a country village at home. No arc-lights shine. The window-lights are all extinguished. The few lights on the great boulevards are so dimmed that their luminosity is about that of a healthy firefly in June back home.
"Like being stared at!" repeated Firefly, whose own sensitive little nature resented the most transient glance. "Yes," responded David, calmly; "it shows that I'm admired; and I know that I'm a very handsome boy." So he was, with dark eyes like a gipsy, and a splendid upright figure and bearing.
"So what's the use of their being in the procession?" "Oh, that's all right!" Chirpy Cricket assured him. "They're going to carry the banners." When Chirpy Cricket mentioned "banners," Mehitable Moth, Kiddie Katydid, and Moses Mosquito stepped forward with looks of pride on their faces so far as one could see their faces by the glimmer of the flashing lights of the Firefly family.
Your aunt needn't expect that her old crabbed head and ways will fit on young shoulders. You might go to Miss Firefly, though, for a minute, Miss Helen, for she's crying fit to break her heart." Helen went off at once. Firefly was a very excitable and delicate child. She found the little creature with her head buried under the clothes, her whole form shaken with sobs. "Lucy, darling," said Helen.
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