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.

"The assembly bell will ring in five minutes, children," said Miss
Davis warningly. "Put the toys away under the sand table at once. Are
these your lead soldiers, Sunny Boy?"

Miss Davis looked at the soldiers and admired them and then told Sunny
Boy to put them back in the box and put the box under the table.

"You may get them out again at recess," she said, smiling.

"Could I keep the general, Miss Davis?" begged Sunny Boy. "Could I let
him stand on my desk? I won't play with him the tiniest bit; I'd just
like to have him to look at."

"Well, are you _sure_ you won't forget and play with him?" urged Miss
Davis. "He is a beautiful general, isn't he? All right, if you
promise me not to play with him during school time, you may let him