`` I was thinking about a nice little secret I know , and could n't help smiling . '' `` Shall I know it , sometime ? '' `` Guess you will . '' `` Shall I like it ? '' `` Oh , wo n't you , though ! '' `` Will it happen soon ? '' `` Sometime this week . '' `` I know what it is ! The boys are going to have fireworks on the fourth , and have got some surprise for me . Have n't they ? '' `` That 's telling . '' `` Well , I can wait ; only tell me one thing is uncle in it ? '' `` Of course he is ; there 's never any fun without him . '' `` Then it 's all right , and sure to be nice . '' Rose went out on the balcony to shake the rugs , and , having given them a vigorous beating , hung them on the balustrade to air , while she took a look at her plants . Several tall vases and jars stood there , and a month of June sun and rain had worked wonders with the seeds and slips she had planted . Morning-glories and nasturtiums ran all over the bars , making haste to bloom . Scarlet beans and honeysuckles were climbing up from below to meet their pretty neighbours , and the woodbine was hanging its green festoons wherever it could cling . The waters of the bay were dancing in the sunshine , a fresh wind stirred the chestnut-trees with a pleasant sound , and the garden below was full of roses , butterflies and bees . A great chirping and twittering went on among the birds , busy with their summer house-keeping , and , far away , the white-winged gulls were dipping and diving in the sea , where ships , like larger birds , went sailing to and fro .
`` Oh , Phebe , it 's such a lovely day , I do wish your fine secret was going to happen XXXXX away !
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