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do hardly anything with one hand. Bob tries to teach me, but I'm as
awkward as a cow. I'm so used to flying at everything with both hands
that I can't seem to manage."

"It must be awful. Oh, Dot, there's a sky rocket!"

Dotty turned quickly and looked out of the window. The skyrocket was
only the beginning of a fine display of fireworks. Mr. Rose and Mr.
Fayre had concluded that was the only sort of celebration the girls
could enjoy, so they had bought far more than their usual supply and
they made a fine showing.

Bob had asked a number of the young people to come and see them and
Dolly and Dotty recognised many from their post of observation in the
window.

But the mothers of the two girls would not let any of the young people
go up to Dotty's room lest the excitement be too much for her.

After the usual quota of rockets and Roman candles there were more
elaborate pieces which flamed into fire pictures against the summer sky.

When the fireworks were all over and the young people gone away the
girls were told that there was a little more celebration yet to come.

Dolly's bed was pushed back to its place and Dotty was enthroned beside
it in her easy chair, when the two boys appeared, each bearing a tray of
good things.

"This is your Fourth of July party," said Trudy, who followed. "No one
can come to it except the three Roses and the three Fayres."

Genie came in then, and the six brothers and sisters of the two families
had a merry feast while their elders remained downstairs.

"It's been a beautiful holiday," said Dolly, leaning back into her
pillows as she finished her ice cream. "I never dreamed I'd have any
Fourth of July celebration. The fireworks were beautiful and the party
things were lovely, but best of all is seeing Dotty again."

"Yes," said Dotty, "I don't know how I've managed to live through the
last three weeks. But I expect I can come over to see you every day
now."

"We'll see about that," said Mrs. Rose, coming in. "But this party must
break up now, and if it doesn't do any harm to our wounded soldiers we
may allow more of them. So say good-night, you two D's, and I'll take
_my_ little goddess of liberty home."

CHAPTER VIII

CROSSTREES CAMP

The summer plans of the two families were decidedly changed by the
accidents to the two little girls.

It was the custom of the Fayres to spend the summer at a hotel in the
mountains or at the seashore, for Mrs. Fayre declared s