“I am laughing because I am happy,” replied the Cracker. “Pray, what are you laughing at?” inquired the Rocket “I am not laughing.” “A person who, because he has corns himself, always treads on other people’s toes,” answered the Roman Candle in a low whisper and the Cracker nearly exploded with laughter. “What is a sensitive person?” said the Cracker to the Roman Candle. No one in the whole world is so sensitive as I am, I am quite sure of that.” I hate rudeness and bad manners of every kind, for I am extremely sensitive. “Of course I knew I was discussing some interesting subject when I was so rudely interrupted. “You were talking about yourself,” replied the Roman Candle. “I was saying,” continued the Rocket, “I was saying-What was I saying?” “Well, I said Pylotechnic,” answered the Rocket, in a severe tone of voice, and the Bengal Light felt so crushed that he began at once to bully the little squibs, in order to show that he was still a person of some importance. “Pyrotechnic, Pyrotechnic, you mean,” said a Bengal Light “I know it is Pyrotechnic, for I saw it written on my own canister.” Indeed, the Court Gazette called him a triumph of Pylotechnic art.” The newspapers wrote about his performance in very flattering terms. He did, though, for he was of a kindly disposition, and he made a most brilliant descent in a shower of golden rain. He flew so high that the people were afraid that he would never come down again.
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