"I guess not," agreed Sunny Boy contentedly, munching a cake.
When they had finished, they put the glasses carefully on the table, and said "Thank you" politely.
"My name is Miss Lyons, Miss Edith Lyons," announced their hostess, following them to the door. "I'm going to watch you march off, and I hope you'll come to see me again."
"We didn't muss anything, did we?" asked Sunny Boy anxiously. He felt responsible for all the rest.
Miss Lyons stooped down and kissed him.
"Bless your heart, for a thoughtful little boy," she said warmly. "You haven't hurt a thing. Good-bye, Soldier, and good luck!"
"Fall in!" Sunny Boy commanded as they reached the walk. "Forward, march!"
The drum sounding merrily, the army fell into step and marched down the street, Miss Lyons waving her handkerchief in good-bye.
"Those were good cookies," chuckled Harold Wallace, who marched beside Sunny Boy. "Gee, I wanted to run when she opened the door. Did you know her, Sunny?"
"My, no," Sunny Boy assured him. "I guess she was just glad to have somebody come and drink up all that lemonade."