“I am proud of my son,” was all he said.
“And I, of my brother,” Shesa, his big sister, added, with tears in her eyes.
One more whistle, and the little train started down the playroom railroad track.
“We’ll bring the limousine nearer the station,” said Mr. Brave, taking Mrs. Brave’s arm and walking away.
“Father and Mother don’t want anyone to talk with them just now,” said Shesa.
“I don’t see why. Gee, I wish I was big enough to go,” said little Ibee, as he watched the train until the last car turned a curve in the track.
“My! He can Drum Bravely!”
“You’d make a fine soldier, wouldn’t you,” laughed Soami, “when you’re afraid to go upstairs in the dark.”