"No. I want to do something else. This is no fun!"
"Well, let's make-believe you're sick and I can be a Red Cross nurse, like some of those we saw in the drugstore window down the street, making bandages for the soldiers. You could be a soldier, Ted, and I could be the nurse, and I'd make some sugar pills for you, if you don't like the rolled-up bread ones you gave my doll."
Teddy Martin thought this over for a few seconds. He seemed to like it. And then he shook his head.
"No," he answered his sister, "I couldn't be a soldier."
"Why not?"
"'Cause I haven't got a gun and there isn't any tent."
"We could make a tent with a sheet off the bed like we do lots of times. Put it over a chair, you know."
"But I haven't a gun," Teddy went on. He knew that he and Janet could make a tent, for they had often done it before.
"Couldn't you take a broom for a gun?" Janet asked. "I'll get it from the kitchen."
"Pooh! What good is a broom for a gun? I want one that shoots! Anyhow I haven't a uniform, and a soldier can't go to war without a uniform or a sword or a gun. I'm not going to play that!"