CHAPTER V
THE CAPTAIN AND THE LAMB
For a few seconds Arnold did not know what to answer. One of the hard, dried beans had struck him on the nose, and, while it did not hurt very much, it made his eyes water and he could not see what was happening.
But the beans kept on falling about the porch, and one struck a Tin Soldier and knocked him over. This Soldier was a very small chap. He was, in fact, the drummer boy.
“But who is shooting the beans at us?” cried Mirabell, as she lay down on the porch behind her Lamb on Wheels.
“I don’t know who is pegging beans at us,” said Arnold, looking around and out toward the street. “It isn’t my Soldiers, for their tin guns can only make believe shoot.”
Just then some shouts were heard and more beans came rattling across the porch, some, once more, hitting the Lamb, Arnold, and the Tin Soldiers.
“Oh, look, Arnold!” suddenly called his sister. “I see who is doing it!”
“Who?” he asked.