They were on their way up the attic stairs, Charlie leading the way, as he had often gone up before.
"Don't take all the trunks until we get out of them what we want to play with," begged Rose.
"What's in the trunks?" asked Bunny of his new friend.
"Oh, nothing but a lot of old dresses and things. Rose most always dresses up fancy in 'em and pretends she's a big lady," said Charlie.
"Then that's what Sue'll do," said Bunny. "She likes to dress up. But we'll play soldier."
Mrs. Preston's attic was the nicest one that could be imagined. In one corner were several trunks. In another corner was a spinning wheel, and hanging here and there from the attic beams were strings of sleigh bells, that sent out a merry jingle when one's head hit them.
Here and there, in places where there were no boards over the beams, were hickory nuts and walnuts that could be cracked on a brick and eaten.
"They'll be our rations," said Charlie, who liked to play soldier as well as did Bunny.
"But where are the swords and the guns?" Bunny asked.
"I'll show you," said Charlie. "They're just behind the chimney."