I put them in the cloak room for you till recess?"

The children were sure they could pay attention to lessons and still
look at the Christmas toys, so Miss Davis allowed them to put the
presents under the sand table, and she said no one must touch a thing
till recess. And then, goodness me, wasn't there a gay time! Jessie's
doll walked and Carleton's train ran around and around, the little sand
car jerked up and down its track, the rabbit hopped on top of the
desks, and Dorothy's piano tinkled seven different tunes at once as
seven different children tried to play on it. 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.