"Yes, indeed, sir! It's the most beautiful flag that waves, isn't it?"
"None to compare to it in my esteem," his father answered with a pleased laugh.
CHAPTER IX.
Before morning the weather had moderated very much, a thaw had set in, and the snow was going rapidly.
"Well, what sports shall we contrive for to-day?" asked Herbert, at the breakfast table. "Certainly both skating and snow fights are entirely out of the question."
"Entirely!" echoed Harold; "all other outdoor sports also; for a drizzling rain is beginning to fall, and the melting snow has covered roads and paths with several inches of water."
"We have some games for the house which you have not tried yet," said their mother; "'Table croquet,' 'Parlor Quoits,' 'Parlor Ring Toss,' Jack-straws and others."
"And I have a new game that papa gave me this Christmas—'The Flags of all Nations,'" remarked Lulu. "I brought it with me."
"We will be glad to see it," said Harold.
"It is probably improving as well as entertaining," remarked Zoe. "I should judge so from the name."