I told her I'd heard about that piece; and then we asked for the Greek flag, and Mis' Poulaki got it for us, but she said: "Would you leave Achilles carry it for you? He like that." We said "yes," and got out as soon as possible--it seemed so sad, love of a country and stealing all mixed up promiscuous in one little boy. Out by the car there was a whole band of little folks hanging round examining it. They were all going to be in the drill at the entertainment that night, and they all came running to Ruth that had trained them. "Listen," she said to us, and then she held up her hand to them. "All say 'God bless you' in your own language." They shouted it--a Bedlam, a Babylon. It seems there were about fourteen different nations of them, more or less, living around down there--it wasn't a neighborhood we'd known much about. They were cute little bits, all of them; and I felt better about taking part in the performance, at my age, for the children were so cute nobody would need to look at us. Just as we got in the car, Achilles Poulaki came running home to his supper--one of the kind of suppers, I suppose, that would be all right, what there was of it; and enough of it, such as it was. When he see us, his eyes got wide and dark and scared--it was terrible to see that look in that little boy's face, that had stole to help his mother. We told him about the Greek flag, and his face lit, and he said he'd bring it. But he stood there staring at us, when we drove away. His look was haunting me still when I went into the Friendship Village Opera House that night for the Red Cross final entertainment. "The Feast of Nations," it was going to be, and us ladies had worked at it hard and long, and using recipes we were not accustomed to using. There's many different kinds of excitement in this vale of tears, but for the sheer, top-notch variety give me the last few minutes before the curtain goes up on a home-talent entertainment in a little town. All the different kinds of anxiety, apprehension and amateur agony are there together, and gasping for utterance.