Doesn't it always make you want to dance! Bravo, bravo!" The procession halted for a moment in the street and the music ceased.
Then, with a jubilant flourish of brass and the roll of drums, the band struck up "The Star Spangled Banner," and Jefferson Bareaud proudly led the way through the gates and down the driveway, the bright silk streaming overhead.

Behind him briskly marched the volunteers, with heads erect and cheerful faces, as they knew Corporal Gray wished to see them, their Captain flourishing his sword in the air.
"Here they come! Do you see, Fanchon ?" cried Crailey, excitedly.

"They are all there, Jeff and Tappingham, and the two Madrillons and Will, the dear old fellow--he'll never write a decent paragraph as long as he lives, God bless him!--and young Frank--what deviltries I've led the boy into!--and there's the old General, forgetting all the tiffs we've had.
God bless them all and grant them all a safe return! What on earth are they taking off their hats for ?--Ah, good-by, boys, good-by!" They saw the white face at the window, and the slender hand fluttering its farewell, and Tappingham halted his men.
"Three times three for Corporal Gray!" he shouted, managing, somehow, to keep the smile upon his lips.

"Three times three, and may he rejoin his company before we enter the Mexican capital!" He beat the time for the thunderous cheers that they gave; the procession described a circle on the lawn, and then, with the band playing and colors flying, passed out of the gates and took up the march to the wharf.
"The flag, the flag!" whispered Crailey, following it with his eyes.
"It shows that you helped make it, Fanchon, it's so beautiful.

Ah, Tom, they've said we abused it, sometimes--it was only that we loved it so well we didn't like to see anyone make it look silly or mean.