"Attention!" called Old Glory.
Starry eyes all over the room looked at him.
"What day of the month is it?"
"February Twelfth," quickly answered the flags.
"Whose birthday is it?" "Abraham Lincoln's."
"Where is he buried?" "Springfield, Illinois."
"Very well," said Old Glory, "you are to take some of Uncle Sam's children there to-night."
"Yes, captain," said the flags, wondering what he meant.
"First, I must know whether you are good American flags. How many red stripes have you?"
"Seven!" was the answer.