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Then they stopped . They were afraid his father would hear , anyway . But the fireworks were splendid , and the fellows were very good to Pony , because his father stood in the middle of the crowd and treated them to lemonade , and they did not plague , any more , going home . It was ten o'clock when Pony got home ; it was the latest he had ever been up . The very Fourth of July before that one he had been up pretty nearly as late listening to his cousin , Frank Baker , telling about the fun he had been having at a place called Pawpaw Bottom ; and the strange thing that happened there , if it did happen , for nobody could exactly find out . So I think I had better break off again from Pony , and say what it was that Frank told ; and after that I can go on with Pony 's running off . It was the morning of the Fourth , and Frank was so anxious to get through with his wood-sawing , and begin celebrating with the rest of the boys , that he hardly knew what to do .