Little Mary lives in Boston. She has no brothers or sisters to play with her, and no mother. But her papa plays with her a great deal.
There is one game she has with him that is very entertaining to others who are looking on. At least so her aunts and uncles thought on Thanksgiving evening, when it was played for their amusement. I have called the game "Playing soldier." Mary was the captain; and her papa was the soldier.
This is the way it was done: Mary went to her papa, who was standing, and placed herself in front of him, with her back against him. "Shoulder arms!" shouted the little captain; and her tall soldier immediately put her on his left shoulder, in imitation of the real soldier, who holds his musket or gun against that place.
"Forward march!" shouted our little captain again; and her soldier marched forward with a quick step.
"Halt!" cried she after he had marched back; and he stopped at once.
"Ground arms!" was the next command; and the soldier put his captain down on the floor in front of him just as she had stood before—and the play was over.

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