Professor Allan is standing on the porch this morning, thinking, or at least feeling, that this is Sunday. But today, instead of churchgoers he sees a group of children, six or seven of them, walk briskly past, around the corner and off past the sunny trees. Some of them carried flowers, all of them carried small somewhat inflexible flags. The sight awoke some vague suggestion of a memory in the very old professor's mind. He was trying to remember what it was, when he heard the screen door open...