The marble was a cannon ball and Sunny
Boy had been showing Nelson Baker, the boy who lived next door, how to
knock over lead soldiers.
Nelson Baker picked up the lead general and examined him carefully.
"They're nicer soldiers than I had last year," he said. "Say, Sunny
Boy, I could bring my soldiers over and we could have a real fight."
"I've got it!" shouted Sunny Boy suddenly, pulling his arm out from
under the bookcase with the marble in his hand. "I _knew_ it rolled
under the bookcase. You can roll it this time, Nelson."
"All right," said Nelson, taking the marble. "And I guess I won't go
for my lead soldiers. My mother might say I'd been over here an hour."
Nelson's mother, you see, had told him he might stay an hour at Sunny
Boy's house, and something told Nelson he had already played so long
with his little friend that if he went home now he would not get back.
"Get down like the Indians," urged Sunny Boy, as Nelson took the
marble. "Shut one eye, Nelson."
Nelson put his head down to the floor and closed one eye. He meant to
aim straight at the row of beautiful new lead soldiers, but, as he
afterward explained, the marble slipped before he was ready. It shot
across the floor and went crash into the glass door of the bookcase.
"What was that, Sunny Boy? Did you break anything?" asked Grandpa
Horton, coming in from the dining-room, where he had been reading the
newspaper.
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