Then Cousin Jack marshalled his young friends into line, and they all sang "Star-Spangled Banner," and "Columbia," and "America," and cheered, and fired off mild explosives, and had a real Fourth of July celebration.

Then the feast was brought on.
The children sat cross-legged on the grass, and each one was given a tin sand-pail.
But instead of sand, the pail was found to contain sandwiches and crisp little cakes known as sand-tarts.
After these there were served dainty little paper pails, from a caterer's, filled with ice cream.
"What a lovely sand picnic!" exclaimed Marjorie, as she sat on the sand, blissfully disposing of her ice cream.

"I'm going to call Cousin Jack, The Sandman!" "Ho! a Sandman puts you to sleep!" cried Tom Craig; "let's get a better name than that for Mr.Bryant." "Call him Sandy Claus," piped up Dick, and they all laughed.
"A little out of season, but it's all right, my boy," said Cousin Jack.
"Call me anything you like, as long as you call me early and often.

Now, shall we be trotting home again, to continue our revels ?" With a sigh of utter content, Marjorie climbed into the motor, and they went spinning home to dress for the "Reception." At the reception more guests were invited, and Bryant Bower quite justified its pretty name.
Japanese lanterns dotted the grounds, and hung among the vines of the veranda.

Flags and bunting were everywhere, and a small platform, draped with red, white, and blue, had been erected for the receiving party.
This consisted of King, Midget, and Rosy Posy in patriotic costume.
King, as Uncle Sam, presented a funny figure with his white beaver hat, his long-tailed blue coat, and red and white striped trousers.