Henry Warner was, indeed, rather a fast young man, but it needed the suggestive presence of George Douglas to bring out his true character; and for the four days succeeding the arrival of the latter there were rare doings at the old stone house, where the astonished and rather delighted servants looked on in amazement while the young men sang their jovial songs and drank of the rare old wine which Maggie, utterly fearless of what her grandmother might say, brought from the cellar below.  But when, on the morning of the Fourth, Henry Warner suggested that they have a celebration, or at least hang out the American flag by way of showing their patriotism, there were signs of rebellion in the kitchen, while even Mrs. Jeffrey, who had long since ceased to interfere, felt it her duty to remonstrate.  Accordingly, she descended to the parlor, where she found George Douglas and Maggie dancing to the tune of “Yankee Doodle,” which Theo played upon the piano, while Henry Warner whistled a most stirring accompaniment!  To be heard above that din was impossible, and involuntarily patting her own slippered foot to the lively strain the distressed little lady went back to her room, wondering what Madam Conway would say if she knew how her house was being desecrated.

But Madam Conway did not know.  She was three thousand miles away, and with this distance between them Maggie dared do anything; so when the flag was again mentioned, she answered apologetically, as if it were something of which they ought to be ashamed:  “We never had any, but we can soon make one, I know.  ’Twill be fun to see it float from the housetop!” and, flying up the stairs to the dusty garret, she drew from a huge oaken chest a scarlet coat which had belonged to the former owner of the place, who little thought, as he sat in state, that his favorite coat would one day furnish material for the emblem of American freedom!

No such thought as this, however, obtruded itself upon Maggie as she bent over the chest.  “The coat is of no use,” she said, and gathering it up she ran back to the parlor, where, throwing it across Henry’s lap, she told how it had belonged to her great-great-grandfather, who at the time of the Revolution went home to England.  The young men exchanged a meaning look, and then burst into a laugh, but the cause of their merriment they did not explain, lest the prejudices of the girls should be aroused.

“This is just the thing,” said Henry, entering heart and soul into the spirit of the fun.  “This is grand.  Can’t you find some blue for the groundwork of the stars?”

Maggie thought a moment, and then exclaimed:  “Oh, yes—­I have it; grandma has a blue satin bodice which she wore when she was a young lady.  She once gave me a part of the back for my doll’s dress.  She won’t care if I cut up the rest for a banner.”

“Of course not,” answered George Douglas.  “She’ll be glad to have it used for such a laudable purpose,” and walking to the window he laughed heartily as he saw in fancy the wrath of the proud Englishwoman when she learned the use to which her satin bodice had been appropriated.