Private Brave was delighted with the idea, and how he enjoyed his lunch after the ride!
When he went with the doctor to the boys’ ward, you can’t imagine how surprised he was to see all his own family. Not only they were there, but also the boys’ class and the girls’ class in first-aid.
Besides these, wore Miss Bossem and Miss Helpem and Doctor Surecure and even the ambulance driver, Billy.
Doctor Quickenquack led Private Brave under an American flag which was draped in one corner of the room.
“Dear Private Brave,” said Doctor Surecure, clearing his throat, “it is my pleasure to present to you a gift from some of your many admiring friends.”
Private Brave blushed at the praise, and smiled as Miss Helpem carried forward a box which she placed on the little table beside him.
He opened the lid and lifted out a beautiful little hand-embroidered silk flag.
“Perhaps we’d better help you open the box the rest of the way,” suggested Doctor Surecure. “Let us step into the next room.”
When the doctors and Private Brave came back—what do you think? Private Brave was waving the beautiful little silk flag in the hand of a new wooden arm, so skilfully made that it had almost human action.
“Hurrah!” shouted the boys and girls in delight. “Hurrah! Hurrah for Private Brave! Hurrah for Our Hero!”