It looked well when police or government officers came on business.
You went out to play one morning, and saw a little knot of people gathered around a lamp-post.

There was a notice on it--a new order from the chief of police.

You pushed into the crowd, and stared at the placard, but you could not read.

A woman with a ragged shawl looked down upon you, and said, with a bitter kind of smile, "Rejoice, rejoice, little girl! The chief of police bids you rejoice.

There shall be a pretty flag flying from every housetop to-day, because it is the Czar's birthday, and we must celebrate.