"The next time you see us I think we'll be in a big parade," said Jack's father on leaving.
"A parade?" queried several of the others.
"Yes. They are talking of having a big parade of the soldiers on Fifth Avenue. If they do, of course we'll be in it."
"Hurrah! that's the stuff," cried Andy. "I've been aching to see one of those big parades ever since war was declared."
"If you do parade, Dad, we'll all be there to see you," declared Martha.
"We'll want front seats in the grandstand," added Mary.
"I don't think you'll get any front seats, Mary," answered her mother. "More than likely those seats will be reserved for the gold-star mothers—those who have lost their sons in battle."
"Well, those mothers deserve the front seats every time," said Jack.
"Indeed they do!" came from the girls.
"How soon will this parade come off?" questioned Randy.