Half a dozen of the older boys, who had been at work erecting the platform, sauntered toward the scrub shack, leaving one or two to festoon the bunting over the stand where the colors shone as if they had been varnished by that master decorator, the sun, as a last finishing touch to his sweltering day's work.

The emblem patrol sauntered over to the flag pole and sprawled beneath it to rest and await the moment of sunset.

Several canoes moved aimlessly upon the glinting water, their occupants idling with the paddles.

It was the time of waiting, the empty hour or two between the day's end and supper-time.
Upon a rock near the lake sat a little fellow, quite alone.

He was very small and very thin, and his belt was drawn ridiculously tight, so that it gave his khaki jacket the effect of being shirred like the top of a cloth bag.