Every small hand was quickly raised.
"And you promise to try, according to the rules?" said the lady.
Each little hand was raised again.
"Who is the oldest boy?" she asked.
"Then I advise you to let Sammy be the captain the first time, and then each of you take turns, until it comes down to little Frankie."
"May I run home for my brother?" asked James.
The lady stopped a moment to count the boys, and finding there were only twelve with Frankie, and that there would be caps enough for all, she said yes.
While he was gone, Willie ran to his play room for his drum, and Mrs. Gray dressed the Try Company in their new uniform, which did indeed look very fine. Then James came leading his little brother Walter; and when they were all dressed, their captain arranged them in order, and they then marched off down the yard, into the road, looking as happy as you please. Mamma and nurse stood at the door gazing after them, while Jane and Margie stood in the walk, shading their eyes and laughing heartily.
Poor Sammy, indeed, found that the office of captain was a most responsible one. His face grew very red as he perceived the younger members marching out of line, and a sharp word of rebuke rose to his lips, as little Frankie laughed aloud in his glee.