"Hark!" suddenly exclaimed Mrs. Bunker.
"What is it?" asked her husband.
"I thought I heard one of the children," she answered.
And just then, through the house, there sounded, as from some distance away, the rattle of a drum.
"Another queer noise!" exclaimed Grandma Ford in dismay. "What will happen next?"
CHAPTER XXI
MR. WHITE
Rattle and bang-bang and rattle sounded the noise of the drum in Grandpa Ford's house, and yet, as the grown folks downstairs in the sitting-room looked at one another, they could not imagine who was playing at soldier. And yet that is what it sounded like—children beating a drum.
"Are any of those little ones up?" asked Mother Bunker. "Could they have gotten out of their beds to beat a drum?"