“I am a trooper,” said Nathan to himself, “blowing a bugle.” Then he would whip his horse, sound his trumpet, and gallop along.
When they reached the door of the barn which led into the place where their museum was kept, Rollo turned round and said sharply,
“Thanny, be quiet! Don’t make such a noise.”
“Speak pleasantly, Rollo,” said Mary.
“Well, Thanny,” said Rollo, taking hold of his arm, and gently turning him away from the door, “go and blow your bugle somewhere else, because we want to see our curiosities.”
Thanny made no reply; but, being spoken to pleasantly, he turned around and went galloping off, and seeing the cat upon the fence, he ran up and began trumpeting at her to frighten her away.
In the mean time, Rollo’s father and mother looked over the curiosities, as they had done many a time before. Rollo explained the wonders, and his parents looked and listened with great satisfaction, though they had been called upon to admire the same things for the same reasons, twenty times before.
“But, Rollo,” said his father, at length, “it appears to me that your cabinet has not increased much, lately.”
“Why, father, we can’t find any more curiosities. I wish we could go to some new place.”