The Complete Short Fiction by Oscar Wilde, Ian Small Page B

cannot understand my friendship for the Prince.’
    â€˜Why, you don’t even know him,’ growled the Roman Candle.
    â€˜I never said I knew him,’ answered the Rocket. ‘I dare say that if I knew him I should not be his friend at all. It is a very dangerous thing to know one’s friends.’
    â€˜You had really better keep yourself dry,’ said the Fire-balloon. ‘That is the important thing.’
    â€˜Very important for you, I have no doubt,’ answered the Rocket, ‘but I shall weep if I choose;’ and he actually burst into real tears, which flowed down his stick like rain-drops, and nearly drowned two little beetles, who were just thinking of setting up house together, and were looking for a nice dry spot to live in.
    â€˜He must have a truly romantic nature,’ said the Catharine Wheel, ‘for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about;’ and she heaved a deep sigh, and thought about the deal box.
    But the Roman Candle and the Bengal Light were quite indignant, and kept saying, ‘Humbug! humbug!’ at the top of their voices. They were extremely practical, and whenever they objected to anything they called it humbug.
    Then the moon rose like a wonderful silver shield; and the stars began to shine, and a sound of music came from the palace.
    The Prince and Princess were leading the dance. They danced so beautifully that the tall white lilies peeped in at the windowand watched them, and the great red poppies nodded their heads and beat time.
    Then ten o’clock struck, and then eleven, and then twelve, and at the last stroke of midnight every one came out on the terrace, and the King sent for the Royal Pyrotechnist.
    â€˜Let the fireworks begin,’ said the King; and the Royal Pyrotechnist made a low bow, and marched down to the end of the garden. He had six attendants with him, each of whom carried a lighted torch at the end of a long pole.
    It was certainly a magnificent display.
    Whizz! Whizz! went the Catharine Wheel, as she spun round and round. Boom! Boom! went the Roman Candle. Then the Squibs danced all over the place, and the Bengal Lights made everything look scarlet. ‘Good-bye,’ cried the Fire-balloon, as he soared away dropping tiny blue sparks. Bang! Bang! answered the Crackers, who were enjoying themselves immensely. Every one was a great success except the Remarkable Rocket. He was so damp with crying that he could not go off at all. The best thing in him was the gunpowder, and that was so wet with tears that it was of no use. All his poor relations, to whom he would never speak, except with a sneer, shot up into the sky like wonderful golden flowers with blossoms of fire. Huzza! Huzza! cried the Court; and the little Princess laughed with pleasure.
    â€˜I suppose they are reserving me for some grand occasion,’ said the Rocket; ‘no doubt that is what it means,’ and he looked more supercilious than ever.
    The next day the workmen came to put everything tidy. ‘This is evidently a deputation,’ said the Rocket; ‘I will receive them with becoming dignity:’ so he put his nose in the air, and began to frown severely as if he were thinking about some very important subject. But they took no notice of him at all till they were just going away. Then one of them caught sight of him. ‘Hallo!’ he cried, ‘what a bad rocket!’ and he threw him over the wall into the ditch.
    â€˜BAD Rocket? BAD Rocket?’ he said, as he whirled through the air; ‘impossible! GRAND Rocket, that is what the man said. BAD and GRAND sound very much the same, indeed they often are the same;’ and he fell into the mud.
    â€˜It is not comfortable here,’ he remarked, ‘but no doubt it is some fashionable watering-place, and they have sent me away to recruit my health. My nerves are certainly very much shattered, and I require rest.’
    Then a little Frog, with bright