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"They look like pure silk," said another.

"And look how straight the poles are," said another one.

"Yes, the poles hold our flags well," said still another one.

"Let us give the poles a cheer for doing such a good job with our flags," suggested the Scoutmaster.

And they did.

Now Bitsy knew why Uncle Titus did not wear his top hat on the job.  It was because nobody noticed the wires at all.  There was no respect for a wire on this job. 

Tears began to fall from Bitsy's eyes.  His long, red scarf stopped dancing in the wind and hung straight downward.

As the day wone on the flagpole became heavier and heavier.  Only his determination to keep the flag from touching the ground kept him hanging onto the iron ring.

When the long day was over he could scarcely drag his weary body home.  He looked so unhappy that even Uncle Titus had to admit the Bitsy was not cut out for banking.

Ashamed to face the family, Bitsy went up to his room and lay down.

Mama, Wire brought him some warm milk and tried to encourage him.

"Son, you must not feel badly.  It is true that you are the only wire in all the world who does not know what he was meant to do, but that is not your fault."

"I guess I am just different," said Bitsy sadly.

"Yes, but you must keep on looking.  Someday you may find that you were meant for something better than any other wire ever dreamed."

Bitsy felt better.  He brushed away his tears and drank his milk.

"I promise you I will never lose courage again," he said.

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