m not stingy!"

"Well, these pills are just like chocolate candy, and if I give 'em all
to you----"

"Oh, well, then I'll let you eat _some_," agreed Ted. "But you wanted me
to play this game of bein' a sick soldier, and if I'm sick I've got to
have the medicine."

"Yes, I'll give you the most," Janet agreed. "Now you lie down and groan
and I'll hear you out on the battlefield and come and save your life."

So, after Janet had fixed the sheet over him again, Teddy lay back on
the blanket and groaned his very best.

"Oh, it sounds as real as anything!" exclaimed the little girl in
delight. "Do it some more, Ted!"

Thereupon her brother groaned more loudly until Janet stopped him by
dropping two or three chocolate pills into his opened mouth.

"Oh! Gurr-r-r-r! Ugh! Say, you 'most choked me!" spluttered Ted, as he
sat up and chewed the chocolate.

"Oh, I didn't mean to," said Janet as she ate a pill or two herself.
"Now you lie down and go to sleep, 'cause I've got a lot more sick
soldiers to go to see."

"Don't give 'em any of my chocolate pills," cautioned Ted. "I need 'em
all to make me get better."

"I'll only make-believe give them some," promised Janet.

She and her brother played this game for a while, and Teddy liked it--as
long as the chocolate pills were given him. But when Janet had only a
few left and Teddy was about to say he was tired of lying down, someone
came into the playroom and a voice asked:

"What you doin'?"

"Playing soldier," answered Janet. "You mustn't drop your 'g' letters,
Trouble. Mother doesn't like it."

"I want some chocolate," announced the little boy, whose real name was
William Martin, but who was more often called Trouble--because he got in
so much of it, you know.

"There's only one pill left. Can I give it to him, Ted?" asked Janet.

"Yes, Janet. I've had enough. Anyhow, I know something else to play now.
It's lots of fun!"

"What?" asked Janet eagerly. It was still raining hard and she wanted
her brother to stay in the house with her.

"We'll play horse," went on Ted. "I'll be a bucking bronco like those
Uncle Frank told us about on his ranch. We'll make a place with chairs
where they keep the cow ponies and the broncos. I forget what Uncle
Frank called it."

"I know," said Janet. "It's cor--corral."

"Corral!" exclaimed Ted. "That's it! We'll make a corral of some chairs
and I'll be a bucking bronco. That's a horse that won't let anybody ride
on its back,"