"It's the Fourth of July!" exclaimed Nan, "and we never thought of it. For pity's sake! Isn't it ridiculous? We never made very much of it at home, but over here I feel so American when I remember Bunker Hill and Yorktown and our own Virginia Washington, that I could paint myself red, white and blue, and cry 'Give me liberty or give me death,' from out the front window." "I beg you'll do no such thing," said Mary Lee, the literal. Nan laughed. The twins stopped their play and began to take an interest in what was being said. "Do paint your face red, white and blue and lean out the front window, Nan," said Jack; "it would be so funny." "Let Mary Lee do it," said Nan, putting her arm around her little sister; "she's already red, white and blue." "Let me see, Mary Lee, let me see," said Jack, eagerly. The others laughed. "Blue eyes, white nose, red lips," said Nan, touching with her finger these features of Mary Lee's. "You fooled me," said Jack disgustedly. "I thought she might have lovely stripes or something on her face." "Foolish child," returned Nan, giving her a squeeze. "We must do something, girls, and look 'how it do rain,' as Mitty would say." "Can't we have torpedoes or firecrackers or some kind of fireworks?" asked Jean. "The gendarmes might come and rush us all off to the police court if we did," Jo told her. "They're so terribly particular here in Paris, that if a cab or an auto runs over you, you have to pay damages for getting in the way." "Thank heaven we're Americans," said Nan fervently. "I am more eager than ever to flaunt my colors. Of all unjust things I ever heard it is to run you down and make you pay for it. They needn't talk to me about their _liberté_, _fraternité_, and _egalité_. I'll give a centime to the first one who thinks a happy thought for celebrating, myself included." Jo was the first with a suggestion. "Let's have a tea and invite the grown-ups, your mother and Miss Helen. We might ask that nice Miss Joyce, too. We can have red, white and blue decorations and dress ourselves in the national colors, and it will be fine." "The centime is yours," cried Nan. "You always were a good fellow with ideas, Jo. Now let's set our wits to work. Who dares brave the elements with me? I shall have to go foraging in the neighborhood." "I'll go," cried Jack. "I'd love to go foraging," said Jean. "If you want any assistance in carrying bundles, I'm your man," said Jo. "Then you twinnies would better stay at home with Mary Lee," said Nan. "But we do want to go, too," begged the two. "I don't see why you want to get yourselves all drabbled, and very likely you'd take cold," remarked Mary Lee. "For my part I'd much rather stay in."