Do you think you ought to take the lead soldiers, dear?"
"Oh, yes, Mother, please," Sunny Boy said. "We put them under the sand
table and we don't play with them till recess. Lead soldiers don't
make a noise, Mother, and Miss Davis will like them. She said she
likes quiet toys."
So Mrs. Horton said he might take the lead soldiers if he would promise
not to play with them during school hours and if he would put them away
the moment recess was over and not make Miss Davis speak to him twice.
"What you got, Sunny Boy?" asked Carleton, when Sunny Boy came into
Miss Davis' room the next morning, a box under his arm.
Sunny Boy, though he would not have said so, rather wished he had not
decided to bring his lead soldiers. They were heavy to carry and it
was a very cold morning, so cold that although he kept his hands in his
pockets, his fingers were red and stiff when he pulled off his mittens.
He had had to stop all along the way to poke the box further up under
his arm, and once he had dropped it. But, never mind, now he had
something to show the boys.
"I brought my lead soldiers," he said to Carleton. "Want to see them?"
Carleton did, and he helped Sunny Boy take them out of the box and
stand them up on his desk. The boys and girls came crowding around to
look and the other toys were forgotten for a moment. When Miss Davis
came in she found the train rushing around on the floor and the doll
walking and the toy piano playing, as usual, but half a dozen boys
around Sunny Boy's desk were playing "battle" with wads of paper for
bullets and pencils for guns.
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