r Worthington's secretary,
appeared.

"Scouts," he said, saluting, "the Mayor would like the pleasure of your
presence in the Council Room."

It required every ounce of self-control the scouts could summon to walk
into that sanctum. How they managed to travel the space from one room to
the other without stumbling over rugs or doorsills will ever be a mystery
to them.

Presently, however, they found themselves at the lower end of the long
mahogany table at which the nine officials were seated. At the head was
the dignified Mayor, while to the right and left were ranged the
councilmen, all of whom the boys recognized when finally they became more
accustomed to the surroundings.

"Scouts," said the Mayor, and at the sound of his voice each lad saluted,
"we have considered your plan to present the town of Woodbridge with a
flag, and we have unanimously voted it an excellent idea. Moreover, lads,
we have adopted the design and colors of the proposed emblem."

This good news helped to dispel the scouts' nervousness. They were too
attentive now to think of being timid.

"We have decided," continued Mr. Worthington, "that the design shall be a
blood red flag with a city seal in the center of it. It shall be red
because that is the color that signifies strength, fire, virility, and
all that is healthy and normal. And we shall follow the lead of other
cities and have an official seal of the community; for the seal, we have
decided on the pine tree of Vermont in the upper portion and a quarry
derrick, signifying the marble industry of Woodbridge, below. How do you
like that, boys?"

"Wonderful," exclaimed the three lads in unison.

"Glad to hear it. Now good luck to you and I hope our Fourth of July
celebration is a big success," said the town's chief, dismissing them
with a bow.

The scouts were all smiles as they descended the broad steps of the town
hall and started down the gravel path to the street, where they had left
their motorcycles.

"Jove, we'll have some celebration, eh, fellows?" said Romper.

"You bet we will," assured Bud.

"Yes, but we have a lot of work to do yet before everything will be
ready," stated Bruce. "We'll go over to Granny Mastin's right away and
find out if she'll make the flag for us. We'll get Nipper to drawn a
design for her. Then we'll have to come back and get the silk and
whatever else she wants to do the work with. And say, fellows, we'll
have to erect our poles at F