"Number Two.--We pledge ourselves to be afraid to tell a lie.
"Number Three.--We pledge ourselves to try to help others whenever we can, wherever we can, however we can, as long as ever we can.
"Number Four.--We, as American boys and girls, pledge ourselves never to play the coward nor to disgrace our country."
"Molly Stark, unfurl the flag," said Chi.
Hazel heard a rustle as Rose unrolled the banner of soft red, white, and blue cambric.
"Put Old Glory round the candidate's shoulders," commanded the president, and Hazel felt the soft folds being draped about her.
"There now, Lady-bird, you 're dressed as pretty as you 're ever goin' to be; it don't make a mite of difference whether you 're the Empress of Rooshy, or just plain every-day folks; 'n' now you 've got that rig on, we 're ready to give you the hand of fellowship. Markis, you have the floor."
"What name does the candidate wish to be known by?" asked March, with due gravity; then, forgetting his role, he added, "You must take the name of some woman who has been just as brave as she could be."
Hazel, feeling the folds of the flag about her, suddenly recalled her favorite poem of Whittier's.
"Barbara Frietchie," she said promptly and firmly.