He turned out of his way in order to pass the High School, drew up his team, and waited a few minutes until the noon bell rang. The older boys and girls came out first, with a flurry of raincoats and umbrellas. Presently he saw Gladys Farmer, in a yellow “slicker” and an oilskin hat, and waved to her. She came up to the wagon.
“I like your decoration,” he said, glancing toward the cupola.
“It’s a silk one the Senior boys bought with their athletic money. I advised them not to run it up in this rain, but the class president told me they bought that flag for storms.”
“Get in, and I’ll take you home.”
She took his extended hand, put her foot on the hub of the wheel, and climbed to the seat beside him. He clucked to his team.
“So your High School boys are feeling war-like these days?”
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