I Bring Fresh Flowers By ROBERT F. YOUNG _A touching tale of an Astronette--and why the gentle rain from Heaven has the quality of mercy._ [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Amazing Stories February 1964. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] You know Rosemary Brooks. You have known her for many years. It is said that when she was a little girl her favorite poem was _Barbara Frietchie_, and it is told how she would sometimes poke her pretty head out of her bedroom window, survey the suburban street with her blue-sky eyes, and cry, "_Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, but spare your country's flag!_" Yes, you know Rosemary. You know her very well. Like all little girls, Rosemary grew up. But Rosemary did not change. This is not to say that she did not turn into an attractive young lady. She turned into a most attractive one indeed. Fragilely beautiful, airy of tread, she should have been the reigning rose of every dance she went to, but she was not. Rarely did the young men of her acquaintance ask her to dance, and never did one of them approach her and say, "Come into the garden, Rosemary, for the black bat, night, has flown." She did not go to very many dances in any event, and looking back, one realizes that the few she did attend, she attended primarily to please her mother. The reason behind Rosemary's wallflowerhood is simple: the young men of her acquaintance knew that with her, God and the United States of America came first, and that accompanying her through life, or even accompanying her home from a dance for that matter, meant being relegated to a back seat. It is alright for little girls to be Barbara Frietchies, you see, but not for big ones. During her short and dedicated life, Rosemary poked her pretty head out of quite a number of windows. After the Barbara Frietchie window came the Girl Scouts of America window, and after the Girl Scouts of America window came the Young Peoples' Civil War Society window, and after the Young Peoples' Civil War Society window came the Citizens for Patriotic Progress window. Last of all came the Astronette Training Center window. * * * * *