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The flag had been in the family for years, and years, and years. Great-grandfather Wolcott had carried it, and Grandfather Wolcott had hung it on a pole in front of his farm house. Father Wolcott had taken it to Boston to be mended when he was a young man, and it hung in front of Billy and Betty Wolcott’s piazza now every day. Father took the flag in at night, and Billy and Betty folded it very carefully in the old creases, and mother put it out on the piazza the first thing in the morning.

The whole family was very proud indeed of the flag.

There was going to be a wonderful parade on Washington’s Birthday. Every one in town was looking forward to seeing it. The Home Guard, the firemen, the policemen, the Old Veterans, the Red Cross, and the Boy Scouts would parade. There would be several brass bands, fifes and drums, and trumpets. Whoever had a flag would hang it as high as possible, and the beautiful stars and stripes of Old Glory floated from the town hall, and the school houses, and the churches.

The day before Washington’s Birthday something happened at the Wolcotts’ house. The telegraph office telephoned to say that father couldn’t come home until the day after to-morrow. He was detained on business in Boston. All day it had rained. The flag was not out on the piazza, so it did not matter about that, but Billy and Betty were so sorry not to have father to go with them to the parade.

The morning of Washington’s Birthday something else happened. Grandmother sent mother a letter asking if she would come over to Greendale and help her entertain the company; ever so many of the relatives were coming to spend the holiday with her, more than she expected.

So Betty held mother’s coat for her, and Billy telephoned for a cab to take her down to the station.

“Be good children and don’t disturb cook; she will be very busy to-day,” mother said as she kissed Billy and Betty good-bye. It was not until she had gone that they thought of what had happened to them.

“We can’t go to the parade,” Betty said.

“Our flag isn’t out!” Billy said.

“We must put it out ourselves then,” Betty said, but that was not very easy to do.

The Wolcott flag was very large and very tender because it was so old. It had to be handled with great care, and Billy and Betty were not very big.

“We must hang it all ourselves because it is the flag of our country,” Billy said. So they carried it out to the piazza, and unfolded it there very, very carefully.

“Now how are we going to get it up to the top of the piazza?” Betty asked.

There were three hooks on the edge of the piazza roof and three loops on the flag, but father could only just reach, standing on a chair, to put the loops on the hooks.

“The step ladder!” Billy said. “I’ll climb up on that.”

“And I’ll reach the flag up to you on the broom!” Betty said.

So Billy and Betty, together, brought the step ladder and set it up on the piazza. Then Billy climbed up, and Betty reached up the flag on the broom so Billy could hook it into place. It was done at last. The wind took it, and the Stars and Stripes blew out over the lawn just as they should on Washington’s Birthday.

“If we can’t go to the parade, we can guard the flag here at home,” Betty said. “Let’s salute it, first.”

So Billy and Betty saluted Old Glory, just as they had been taught to in school. Then Billy brought down his drum and stood on one side of the flag, and Betty tied her red muffler over her blue coat for a belt, and put on her white tam-o’-shanter cap, and stood on the other side of the flag, playing that she was Liberty.

“Listen; what’s that!” said Billy and Betty just then.

Oh, there was a crash of bands and the shouts of people as they cheered. Down the street came the parade in khaki, and blue, and red. The line of march had been changed and it was going by Billy’s and Betty’s house. They all saw the flag, and the band played the Star Spangled Banner as they passed.

Suppose the flag hadn’t been up! The Home Guard knew all about how old it was. The Old Veterans knew that great-grandfather had carried it, and grandfather had hung it on a pole in front of his farm house. They knew that father had taken it to Boston once to be mended.

The secret was that nobody knew who had put the Wolcotts’ flag out for Washington’s Birthday.