Keith did not see “Fairchance” until Memorial Day.  Then they took him over in the carriage in the afternoon, and showed him every nook and corner of the place.  There were six boys there now, for room had been made for two little fellows from Louisville, whom Mr. Maclntyre had found at the Newsboys’ Home.  “I’ve no doubt but that there’ll always be more coming,” he said to Mr. Sudsberger, with a smile, as he led them in.  “When you once let a little water trickle through the dyke, the whole sea is apt to come pouring in.”

“Happy the heart that is swept with such high tides,” answered the old German.  “It is left the richer by such floods.”

Several families in the Valley were invited to come late in the afternoon to a flag-raising.  The great silk flag was Virginia’s gift, and Captain Dudley made the presentation speech.  He wore his uniform in honour of the occasion.  This was a part of what he said: 

“This Memorial Day, throughout this wide-spread land of ours, over every mound that marks a soldier’s dust, some hand is stretched to drop a flower in tender tribute.  Over her heroic dead a grateful country wreathes the red of her roses, the white of her lilies, and the blue of her forget-me-nots, repeating even in the sweet syllables of the flowers the symbol of her patriotism,—­the red, white, and blue of her war-stained banner.

“My friends, I have followed the old flag into more than one battle.  I have seen men charge after it through blinding smoke and hail of bullets, and I have seen them die for it.  No one feels more deeply than I what a glorious thing it is to die for one’s country, but I want to say to these little lads looking up at this great flag fluttering over us, that it is not half so noble, half so brave, as to live for it, to give yourselves in untiring, every-day living to your country’s good.  To ’let all the ends thou aim’st at be thy country’s, thy God’s, and truth’s.’  I would rather have that said of me, that I did that, than to be the greatest general of my day.  I would rather be the founder of homes like this one than to manoeuvre successfully the greatest battles.

“May the ‘Two Little Knights of Kentucky’ go on, out through the land, carrying their motto with them, until the last wrong is righted, and wherever the old flag floats a ‘fair chance’ may be found for every one that lives beneath it.  And may these Stars and Stripes, as they rise and fall on the winds of this peaceful valley, whisper continuously that same motto, until its lessons of truth and purity and unselfish service have been blazoned on the hearts of every boy who calls this home.  May it help to make him a true knight in his country’s cause.”

There was music after that, and then old Colonel Lloyd made a speech, and Virginia and the Little Colonel gathered roses out of the old garden, so that every one could wear a bunch.  A little later they had supper on the lawn, picnic fashion, and then drove home in the cool of the evening, when all the meadows were full of soft flashings from the fairy torches of a million fireflies.