“That would not be so conspicuous against a background of blue white and white foam; but you will see the whole presently,” said Miss Conyers.
Justin continued to gaze through his telescope at the stranger for a few minutes longer, and then he spoke:
“Britomarte!”
“Yes, Justin.”
“They are not the Stars and Stripes.”
“Oh, Justin! I am so sorry! But then we ought to be glad and grateful for any flag that should come to our rescue. What is it, then, Justin? The Union Jack; that would be the next best thing.”
“No; it is not the Union Jack.”
“What is it, then? Can’t you speak and tell us, dear Justin?” said Britomarte, a little impatiently.
“The truth is that I myself don’t know! I thought I was familiar with the colors of all nations, but I cannot make these out at all!”
“How strange. What are they like?”