"An' there's flags on the towers, red, yellow and blue--"
"How nice they look!" the Toyman murmured, "all a wavin' in the wind."
"And there's soldiers in the streets, with helmets on their heads, an'
spears, an' things--"
"You bet--an' you kin hear the silver shoes of their horses on the
cobbles--"
"What kind of cobbles?"