Once the pen slipped and the ink
splashed out on the desk. Sunny Boy wiped it up with his hands. They
were inky anyway, and a little more wouldn't hurt.
He began to draw an "S" on his paper. Then he remembered that his
"truly" name was Arthur like Grandpa Horton's. Sunny Boy turned the
paper over and tried to draw an "A." But all the time he kept thinking
of the poor lead soldier down at the bottom of the inkwell.
"That looks very nice, Carleton," said Miss Davis.
Sunny Boy looked up. She was standing at Carleton's desk in the next
aisle. In a few minutes she would come to Sunny Boy's desk to see his
letter. If he was ever going to get that lead soldier, it must be now.
Sunny Boy took another quick glance at Miss Davis, saw that she was
busy helping another child, and down went his little right hand into
the ink-well!
"I've got him!" he said aloud, as he brought up the lead soldier,
dripping with ink.
The class looked at Sunny Boy in surprise. So did Miss Davis. They
saw a little boy with ink spots on his face and blouse, his hands as
black as--well, as black as ink, and ink running in streams over his
desk.
"Sunny Boy!" cried Miss Davis. "What are you doing? I thought you
promised not to play with the lead soldier. Carleton, get the blotter
on my desk, quick!"
Carleton got the blotter and that helped to mop up some of the ink.
Miss Davis sent Jessie to get a cloth from Maria, the maid, and she
used that to wipe the ink off the desk.
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