And, by the way, perhaps you would be interested to know that after a while he thought up a third flag to answer her three waves.

He found an old black silk handkerchief of his father's, and he made that into a flag.
He told the girl it meant 'I'm heartbroken,' and he said it was a sign of the deepest mourning.

The girl laughed and tipped her head saucily to one side, and said, 'Pooh! as if you really cared!' But the boy stoutly maintained his position, and it was that, perhaps, which made her play the little joke one day.
"The boy was fourteen that summer, and the girl thirteen.

They had begun their signals years before, but they had not had the black one so long.

On this day that I tell you of, the girl waved three waves, which meant, 'Dead Day,' you remember, and watched until the boy had hoisted his black flag which said, 'I'm heart-broken,' in response.