Then he glanced at Tavia. It was certainly something for which she was responsible he was sure, for Dorothy had told him she had remained away from school and missed the last rehearsal. "Halt," called the major, and his men stood still. At a signal the entire ranks waited. Miss Ellis stepped up to the marshal smiling. She had evidently forgotten his daughter had lost her place. "I need two girls to carry the end flags," he began. "These old men have all they can do to travel. The flags are not heavy--here, the two last girls will do nicely!" Dorothy and Tavia stepped to the sides and gracefully took the flags from the hands of the aged soldiers. The only girls who could carry real army flags! And walk on either side of the marshal leading the Veterans! "If I only could stick my tongue out just once more at Sarah," whispered Tavia, as she crossed back of the marshal to her place. "We have both got Betsy Ross flags now," said Dorothy, and in all that procession there were no prettier figures than those of Dorothy and Tavia, as they marched alongside the veterans, with the real army flags waving above their heads, stepping with feet and hearts in perfect accord to the music of the Dalton Drum and Fife Corps' "Star Spangled Banner." CHAPTER II DOROTHY AT THE OFFICE Could the sunshine of yesterday be forgotten in the clouds of to-day? Major Dale was ill. Overfatigue from the long march, the doctor said, had brought on serious complications. Early that morning after Memorial Day, Aunt Libby called Dorothy to go to her father. The faithful housekeeper had been about all night, for the major had had a high fever, but now, with daylight, came a lowering of temperature, and he wanted Dorothy. "Now, don't take on when you see him," Aunt Libby told the frightened girl. "Just make light of it and pet him like." Poor Dorothy! To think her own "Daddy" was really sick--and so many veterans already dead! But she must not have gloomy thoughts, she must be brave and strong as he had always taught her to be. "Why, Daddy," she whispered, in a strained voice, kissing his hot cheek, "the honors of yesterday were too much for you." "Guess so, Little Captain, but I'll be on hand at mess time," and he made an effort to look like a well man. "But I tell you, daughter, there's something on my mind; the Bugle should come out to-morrow." "And so it will. I'll go directly down to the office and tell Ralph." "Yes, Ralph Willoby is a good boy--the best I have ever had in the Bugle office. And that's why I sent for you so early. I want you to go down to the office and help Ralph." "Oh, I'll just love to!" and Dorothy was really pleased at the prospect of working on the paper, in spite of the unfortunate circumstance---her father's illness--that gave her the chance. "Not so fast now. You must pay strict attention--"