In five minutes the front of our house is ablaze with flags, and five Union Jacks are added to the hundreds that young and old wave over their heads in the street; and amid the tumult the recent admirer of the stolid English People is risking his neck in an endeavour to fix a Crusader's well-worn helmet in an alcove above the carven lions on the perch of his home. There, high over us, stands the Castle Keep as it stood in the days of the First Crusade. “And ever above the topmost roof the banner of England blew.” Going out I saw a cow stray down Waterport Lane; but no one paid any attention to its errantry. End of Project Gutenberg's A Garden of Peace, by Frank Frankfort Moore