"Look! there go the soldiers," cried Mazie, leaning out of the nursery window. "Jamie, come quick and see the real soldiers."  
Her little brother left his toy and ran to the window. "Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat!" went the drums as the troops swung forward in a long line, the gay flags flying in the breeze.
 
"Why, there's Harold Gray's papa!" said Mazie. "There he is, Jamie, on that beautiful black horse."
 
The little boy clapped his hands. "Hurray!" he shouted; "I wish my papa was a soldier."
 
"So do I,"............