"What does what mean, Miss Barbara?"
"The Emblem of my Country, and I trust of yours, for I
understand you are naturalized, although if not you'd better be,
floating in the breese _after sunset_."
Did I or did I not see his face set into the lines of one
who had little or no respect for the Flag?
"I'll take it down when I get time, miss," he said, in a
tone of resignation. "But what with making the salid and laying
the table for dinner and mixing cocktails, and the cook so ugly
that if I as much as ask for the paprika she's likely to throw
a stove lid, I haven't much time for Flags."
I regarded him sternly.
"Beware, William," I said. "Remember that, although
probably not a Spy or at least not dangerous, as we in this
country now have our eyes open and will stand no nonsense, you
must at all times show proper respect to the National Emblem. Go
upstairs and take it in."
"Very well, miss," he said. "But perhaps you will allow me
to say this, miss. There are to many houses in this country
where the Patriotic Feeling of the inhabatants are shown only by
having a paid employee hang out and take in what you call The
Emblem.
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