'Your flag!' said the lady in amazement.
'Yes,' Hazel answered with her colour stirring. 'You know what service I have sworn into.'
'I don't see where the flags come in,' said Mrs. Coles.
Hazel answered softly, gazing into the fire,"Thou hast given a banner to thy chosen, that it may be displayed because of the truth."
'Then you mean to say,' broke out Mrs. Coles with a rising colour of her own tinging the pale face, 'that no Christians ever go to the theatre!'
'Do they carry their flag aloft there?' said Wych Hazel. 'Are they marching to victory under its folds? I could not carry mine. It would be trailing, drooping, union-down!'
'Prue, Prue,' said Primrose, 'you know what papa always says.'
'Papa does not know the world!' said Mrs. Coles, waving that down. 'And how about your favourite German?' she said, returning to the charge against Wych Hazel with equal ire and curiosity.
Wych Hazel answered again, still looking into the fire,
' "No man that warreth entangleth himself with the affairs of this life; that he may please him who hath chosen him to be a soldier." '