The Story of a Bold Tin Soldier

“Attention!”
That was the word of command heard in the toy section of a large department store one night, after all the customers and clerks had gone home.
“Attention!”
“Dear me, what is going on?” asked a Calico Clown, as he looked around the corner of a pile of gaily colored building blocks.
“Has the Sawdust Doll come back to see us?” inquired a Candy Rabbit.
“That would be good news, if it were true,” said a Jumping Jack.
“But it isn’t true,” announced a Monkey on a Stick, as he climbed up to the top of his perch and looked over the top of a Noah’s Ark. “I don’t see the Sawdust Doll anywhere, nor the White Rocking Horse, nor the Lamb on Wheels. It isn’t any of our former friends who have come back to visit us.”
“Who is it, then?” asked the Calico Clown, reaching up to get hold of a long string, for he thought perhaps he could turn somersaults like the Monkey on a Stick or the Jumping Jack.
“Attention, Soldiers!” suddenly called again the first voice that had spoken. “Ready, now! Attention!”
“Oh, it’s the Bold Tin Soldier!” said the Jack in the Box, who was the Jumping Jack’s cousin. “What’s the matter down there in your barracks, my Bold Tin Soldier?” went on the Box-Jack, as he was sometimes called for short.
“I want my men to get ready to march,” answered the Bold Tin Soldier. “We are going to have a fancy drill to amuse you, my friends. Would you like to see me march my men around the counter?”