more than look. He handled the Tin Soldiers very roughly.

The carpet was so soft that when they were thrown out of their box
they were not hurt, but as Tad grew rougher and rougher as he
handled the Captain and his men, the Bold Tin Soldier began to be
very much worried.

"Stand up there!" cried Tad, and he jabbed the Soldiers, one after
the other, down very hard on the carpet. Now the carpet, being soft
and thick, was not a very good place for the Soldiers to stand on.
They fell over very easily, and, seeing this, Tad cried:

"Stand up there!"

And when the Soldiers kept falling over--since they dared not
spread their legs and act as if they were alive when any human eyes
were watching them--Tad cried impatiently:

"Oh, you're no good! I'm not going to play with you! I'm going to
have some other fun!"

With a sweep of his hand he sent the Soldiers in a heap together.
Some fell one way and some another, and the Captain bounced out to
the middle of the floor where Tad let him lay.

"I guess I'll ride on the Rocking Horse!" cried this not-very-good
little boy.

"Oh, dear me! now I am in for a time," thought the White Horse.
"This little lad is as rough as the one who used to dig his heels