"Oh, I don't like it! I want to go home and play with my doll!" half-sobbed Flossie. "I don't like fighting."
"And I don't, either," said Nan, though she was not afraid. It was the noise for which she did not care.
"Hi! That was a fine one!" cried Freddie, as one of the largest cannon fired a blank shot at a group of horse soldiers.
"Please take me home!" sobbed Flossie, and there were tears in her blue eyes now.
"Yes, we'll go home," said Mrs. Bobbsey.
"You can play you are a nurse, Flossie, and take care of your doll.
We'll leave the battle to the boys and men."
"I can stay, can't I?" asked Freddie, who was delighted at the lively scene down below, and he jumped about in delight as cannon after cannon went off.
"Yes, you may stay," said his father.
"We'll look after him," he added to his wife.
Freddie crowded up to where Bert and Harry were eagerly watching the sham battle, and stood between his brother and cousin.