In the poem “Barbara Frietchie,” which event happened before Barbara leaned out her window-sill?
A
Barbara Frietchie’s work is o’er,/ And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.B
Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,/ Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;C
Over Barbara Frietchie’s grave/ Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!D
All day long that free flag tost/ Over the heads of the rebel host.