Sunny Boy in the Big City by Ramy Allison White
all in!" said Sunny Boy sharply.
The army, six small boys distributed comfortably over the front steps, scrambled to obey. That is, all except one, who remained seated, a sea shell held over each ear.
"I said 'Fall in,'" repeated Sunny Boy patiently, as a general should speak.
"I heard you the first time," admitted the small soldier. "Did you know these shells made a noise, Sunny?"
"Of course," answered Sunny Boy scornfully. "Any shell sounds like that if you hold it up to your ear. Come on, Bobbie, we're going to parade."
But Private Robert Henderson, it seemed, didn't feel like parading just that minute.
"Let's take this stuff out to the sand-box," he suggested. "We can make a real beach, with shells and everything. Gee, you must have had fun at the seashore."
"Did," said Sunny Boy briefly.
He was exasperated. As general of his army he tried not to be cross, but Bobbie was famous for always spoiling other people's plans. He never by any chance wanted to do what the other boys wanted to do.
"You can play with the sand-box after we parade," announced Sunny Boy now. "Come on, Bobbie."
Bobbie remained obstinately absorbed in the shells.