The time-stained statue of Eve, which stood on one side of the fountain, looked across at the weather-beaten figure of Adam, on the other side, in stony-eyed surprise.

The little marble satyr in the middle of the fountain, which had been grinning ever since its endless shower-bath began, seemed to grin wider than ever, as it watched the children's strange sport.
Jules dug the little trench according to Joyce's directions, and laid the iron grating which she had borrowed from the cook across it, and built the fire underneath.

"We ought to have something especially patriotic and Thanksgivingey," said Joyce, standing on one foot to consider.

"Oh, now I know," she cried, after a moment's thought.

"Cousin Kate has a lovely big silk flag in the top of her trunk.