Mary Hazelton Blanchard Wade

Our Little Swiss Cousin Mary Hazelton Blanchard Wade

"To-morrow, to-morrow!" Carl kept repeating to himself. He was standing at the window of the little cottage and looking out toward the great mountain. He had lived under its shadow all his life. Its snowy summit was coloured a fiery red as it stood against the sky in the sunset light. People in far-away lands would give a great deal to see such a glorious sight. But Carl saw another picture in his mind. It was the grand procession of the next day, that would celebrate the close of school before the summer vacation. Thousands of children would march in the line. They would carry the flag of Switzerland,?the white cross on a red ground. It was the emblem of their country's freedom, and they loved it well.