“Ammunition?”
“Yes’m, the amm’nition gave out.”
“But we used to use our marbles over and over,” said Mr. Horton. “A bag of marbles ought to furnish enough shots for an army twice the size of yours.”
Sunny Boy attempted to make it all clear.
“I did shoot ’em over and over,” he said patiently. “Only after a while they were all under the bookcase.”
Mr. Horton laughed.
“I’ll get them out for you with a long pole to-morrow,” he promised.
After supper they sat out on the front steps for an hour or so and talked to the Bakers, who were also sitting out on their steps. And then it was bedtime for those who were going to take a trip the next day.
“Are you coming every night, Daddy?” Sunny Boy asked, as they climbed the stairs on their way to bed.
“Can’t make it every night,” was the answer. “But I’ll be down every Saturday afternoon and spend Sunday with you. And if I can take a Friday off now and then, I will.”