"They called them 'Pures' when I was a boy," he remarked, "but in some
places they called 'em 'Reals,' just as in some cities they say pink
is for boys and blue for girls, and in some the other way round."

And don't let any one tell you this question of "Reals" and "Pures"
isn't important, for it is, surely as much so as "hazards" and "simple
honors" which the grownups are forever discussing. In fact this matter
of "Reals" and "Pures" was one that had to be settled at once. And
Jehosophat settled it.

"I guess," he said, after grave deliberation, "if you called them
'Pures' when you were a boy, we'll call 'em that too."

Now this suggested a question to Marmaduke.

"Say, Toyman, when did you stop being a boy?"

And the Toyman just laughed his hearty laugh and slapped his knees
with his rough brown hand. His answer was strange yet very true.

"Tomorrow," he replied.

It was true, you see, for, as they say in school, "Tomorrow never
comes," and that is just when the Toyman will stop being a boy.

Meanwhile he was making a ring in the ground, two feet across. In the
middle he scooped out a little hole with his heel.

Each put some marbles in the centre, the same number from each bag,