“Very well, miss,” he said. “But perhaps you will allow me to say this, miss. There are to many houses in this country where the Patriotic Feeling of the inhabatants are shown only by having a paid employee hang out and take in what you call The Emblem.”
He then turned and went in, leaving me in a stupafied state on the door-step.
But I am not one to be angry on hearing the truth, although painfull. I therfore ran in after him and said:
“William, you are right and I am wrong. Go back to your Pantrey, and leave the Flag to me. From now on it will be my duty.”
I therfore went upstairs to my father’s dressing room, where he was shaveing for dinner, and opened the window. He was disagreable and observed:
“Here, shut that! It’s as cold as blue blazes.”
I turned and looked at him in a severe manner.
“I am sorry, father,” I said. “But as between you and my Country I have no choice.”
“What the dickens has the Country got to do with giving me influensa?” he exclaimed, glaring at me. “Shut that window.”
I folded my arms, but remained calm.