opposite the school, not very far from the cemetery where the soldiers'
graves would be decorated.

No wonder, then, that Dorothy and Tavia were anxious about their
appearance. Every school girl was expected to wear white, of course, and
the bunting stripes of red, white and blue were bought in Rochester, by
the school teacher, Miss Ellis, and sold to the children at actual cost-
-ten cents for each scarf.

One thing was certain, no other girls would have such flowers as Dorothy
and Tavia had. Such syringias and such daisies! And the ferns that Tavia
had growing back of the well for weeks!

Tavia had taken charge of the flowers for Dorothy, had made the big
bouquet and had covered it with wet paper so it would keep fresh. The
Little Captain had made certain that her companion would not be
disappointed about her white dress, and although Tavia had to stay from
school to wash it the day before, Dorothy went over to help her with the
ironing, for Mrs. Travers managed somehow, to have an excuse for her
failure in getting her daughter ready--she was that kind of helpless,
shiftless person, who rarely had things ready for her children,
especially in the matter of Tavia's clothes.

"Your dress looks real pretty," declared Dorothy, as the girls hurried
along to the school.

"Thanks to you for ironing it," responded Tavia, with gratitude in her
voice.

"I only helped, you did the skirt."