“Comehere，Papa！“criedPatricia。“Letuswaithere。Thereissomethingcomingupthestreet。“
“Butwhatisit？“askedDr。Templeton。“Doesanybodyknow？“
“Iguessitisastrikers’parade，sir。Iheardthattheyweretoorganiseamarch-outto-night。Itisratheraridiculousthing。“
Throughthedeepeningtwilighttheycouldseeattheheadofthecolumnandimmediatelybeforetheband，adoubleplatoonofyounggirlsdressedinwhite，underthecommandofanofficerdistinguishedfromtheothersbyherredsash，allmarchingwithabeautifulprecisiontothetapofthedrum。Astheheadofthecolumndrewopposite，PatriciatouchedVic’sarm。
“Vic！“shecried。“Look！Lookatthatgirl！ItisAnnette！“