"'Cause I haven't got a gun and there isn't any tent."

"We could make a tent with a sheet off the bed like we do lots of
times. Put it over a chair, you know."

"But I haven't a gun," Teddy went on. He knew that he and Janet
could make a tent, for they had often done it before.

"Couldn't you take a broom for a gun?" Janet asked. "I'll get it
from the kitchen."

"Pooh! What good is a broom for a gun? I want one that shoots!
Anyhow I haven't a uniform, and a soldier can't go to war without a
uniform or a sword or a gun. I'm not going to play that!"

Janet did not know what to say for a few seconds. Truly a soldier
would not be much of one without a gun or a uniform, even if he was
in a tent. But the little girl had not given up yet.

The day was a rainy one. There was no school, for it was Saturday,
and staying in the house was no great fun. Janet wanted her brother
to stay and play with her and she knew she must do something to make
him. For a while he had been content to play that he was Dr.
Thompson, come to give medicine to Jan's sick doll. But Teddy had
become tired of this after paying half a dozen visits and leaving
pills made by rolling bread crumbs together.

Teddy laid aside his father's old hat and scratched his head. That
is he tried to, but his head was so covered with tightly twisted