r. Bunker with a smile. "Jerry Simms cuts all my wood.
But I'll give you some money, and maybe that will help you along, and the
cook will fix you something to eat."
"That's very kind of you," said the tramp. "And if ever I see the man with
your papers I'll tell him to send 'em back." "Please do" begged Mr.
Bunker.
By this time Norah had wrapped the tramp up a big paper bag full of bread
and meat, with a piece of pie. Tucking this under his arm, he shuffled off
to go to some quiet place to eat.
Soon it was time to go to the square in the middle of the city, where the
fireworks were to be shown. The six little Bunkers, talking over the fun
they had had that day, and thinking of the good times they were to have at
Grandma Bell's, walked along with their father and mother. Behind them
came Norah and Jerry Simms.
"Maybe the tramp will come to see the fireworks," said Rose, who was
walking beside Russ.
"You mean the red-headed one that has daddy's papers?"
"No, I mean the one that came begging at our house to-night."
"Well, maybe he will," admitted Russ. "If I was a tramp I'd walk all
around and go to every place that I was sure they were going to have
fireworks."
"So would I," said Rose. "I love fireworks."
"But you couldn't be a tramp," declared her brother.
"Why not?" Rose wanted to know.
"'Cause you're a girl, and only men and boys are tramps. I could be a
tramp, but you couldn't."
[Illustration: AND THEN THE FIREWORKS BEGAN.
_Six Little Bunker's at Grandma Bell's.--Page_ 58]
And then the fireworks began, and the six little Bunkers thought no more
about tramps, missing papers, or even about the visit to Grandma Bell's
for a time, as they watched the red, green and blue fire, and saw the
sky-rockets, balloons and other pretty things floating in the air.
If the red-haired tramp, or the one for whom Norah had put up the lunch
that evening, came to the fireworks, the six little Bunkers did not see
the ragged men.
They stayed until the last pinwheel had
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Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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