Bobbsey, pointing to the men with
the cameras, for now three or four of them were at work, taking views
of the "fight" from different places.
"Mercy! What a racket!" exclaimed Aunt Sarah.
"Oh, I don't like it!" cried Flossie, covering her ears with her
chubby hands. "Take me away, mamma; I'm afraid of the guns!"
"Pooh! There's nothing to be scared of!" exclaimed Freddie. "I'm going
to be a soldier when I grow up, and shoot a gun."
"You can't play with me if you do," declared Flossie, when the bang of
the cannon stopped for a moment, leaving the air quiet.
"I don't want to play with girls--I'm going to be a fighting soldier!"
declared Freddie. "Hi! Hark to the guns! Boom! Boom!" and he jumped up
and down as the cannon thundered again.
"Oh, I don't like it! I want to go home and play with my doll!" half-
sobbed Flossie. "I don't like fighting."
"And I don't, either," said Nan, though she was not afraid. It was the
noise for which she did not care.
"Hi! That was a fine one!" cried Freddie, as one of the largest cannon
fired a blank shot at a group of horse soldiers.
"Please take me home!" sobbed Flossie, and there were tears in her
blue eyes now.
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