Then it must be confessed that a tear or two dimmed the blue eyes , and once , when a very brilliant display illuminated the island for a moment , and she fancied she saw the tents , the curly head went down on the railing , and a wide-awake nasturtium heard a little whisper , `` I hope someone wishes I was there ! '' The tears were all gone , however , and she was watching the hill and island answer each other with what Jamie called `` whizzers , whirligigs and busters , '' and smiling as she thought how hard the boys must be working to keep up such a steady fire , when Uncle Mac came walking in upon her , saying hurriedly , `` Come , child , put on your tippet , pelisse , or whatever you call it , and run off with me . I came to get Phebe , but aunt says she is gone , so I want you . I 've got Fun down in the boat , and I want you to go with us and see my fireworks . Got them up for you , and you must n't miss them , or I shall be disappointed . '' `` But , uncle , '' began Rose , feeling as if she ought to refuse even a glimpse of bliss , `` perhaps -- '' `` I know , my dear , I know ; aunt told me ; but no one needs you now so much as I do , and I insist on your coming , '' said Uncle Mac , who seemed in a great hurry to be off , yet was unusually kind . So Rose went and found the little Chinaman with a funny lantern waiting to help her in and convulse her with laughter trying to express his emotions in pigeon English . The city clocks were striking nine as they got out into the bay , and the island fireworks seemed to be over , for no rocket answered the last Roman candle that shone on the Aunt-hill . `` Ours are done , I see , but they are going up all round the city , and how pretty they are , '' said Rose , folding her mantle about her , and surveying the scene with pensive interest . `` Hope my fellows have not got into trouble up there , '' muttered Uncle Mac , adding with a satisfied chuckle , as a spark shone out , `` No ; there it goes ! Look , Rosy , and see how you like this one ; it was ordered especially in honour of your coming . '' Rose looked with all her eyes , and saw the spark grow into the likeness of a golden vase , then green leaves came out , and then a crimson flower glowing on the darkness with a splendid lustre . `` Is it a rose , uncle ? '' she asked , clasping her hands with delight as she recognised the handsome flower . `` Of course it is ! Look again , and guess what those are , '' answered Uncle Mac , chuckling and enjoying it all like a boy . A wreath of what looked at first like purple brooms appeared below the vase , but Rose guessed what they were meant for , and stood straight up , holding by his shoulder , and crying excitedly , `` Thistles , uncle , Scotch thistles ! There are seven of them one for each boy ! Oh , what a joke ! '' and she laughed so that she plumped into the bottom of the boat and stayed there till the brilliant spectacle was quite gone .
`` That was rather a neat thing , I flatter myself , '' said Uncle XXXXX , in high glee at the success of his illumination .
English Mac Roman Rose busters fire first nasturtium thistles whizzers