Miss May came across the
hall to see what the class could be doing to make so much noise.
"Why, it looks like Christmas!" she said, smiling.
"Yes, and I don't know whether we can settle down after so much
excitement," answered Miss Davis doubtfully. "There goes the bell.
Put the toys back under the table, children, and take your seats."
Sunny Boy walked home thoughtfully. He usually walked most of the way
to school and home again alone, for none of the pupils lived very near
him.
"I'm going to take something to show 'em, to-morrow," he said to
himself. "My ice skates and sled aren't much fun. I know what I'll
do! I'll take the lead soldiers!"
He was so excited over this idea that he ran the rest of the way home
and was quite out of breath by the time he reached his front door. He
had to go up in the playroom and put his lead soldiers back in the box
they had come in before he could come to lunch.
"What were you doing, precious?" his mother asked him, when he came
into the dining-room. "Didn't you hear Harriet calling you?"
"Yes, Mother, and I did hurry," replied Sunny Boy. "But I have to take
my lead soldiers to school to-morrow and I was putting them in the box."
Then he told Mother about the toys the other children had brought to
school and that he was sure they would like to see his lead soldiers.
"But I don't believe Miss Davis will be pleased," said Mrs. Horton.
"She must find it hard to teach her class when they are thinking about
their toys.
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