“Just the thing!” giggled Wayne. “Where’ll we get it?”
“Have to make it. Dave’s got some black paint stuff, and we’ll use a sheet or something.”
“Pillowcase would be better,” said Don. “Rip it open, you know.”
“Splendid! We’ll use Dave’s.”
“Use your own,” responded Dave. “If I supply the paint you’d ought to supply the pillowcase.”
“Well, all right, stingy. Get your paint stuff.”
Paddy’s pillow case was quickly produced and ripped at the seams, and the four boys squatted about it on the floor, while Don drew a skull—at least, he declared it was that—and a pair of very stout bones beneath it. Then Wayne, claiming the right by virtue of the origination of the idea, filled in the design with some extremely sticky varnish, and the flag was complete.
“That’s not black at all; it’s sort of brownish,” Wayne objected.
“Well, bones aren’t black, anyway,” said Don. “Besides, it shows up finely. Now how’ll we get it up there?”