You'd like to go through your game every day.
Wouldn't you, old boy ?" There was no story-telling around the camp-fire that night.

They gathered around it, even before the light died out in the sky.

Ranald had his guitar and Allison her mandolin, and they thrummed accompaniments awhile for the others to sing.

But a mighty yawn catching Margery in the middle of a verse, and Mrs.Walton discovering both Jamie and Freddy sound asleep on the rug beside her, she proposed that they all go to bed an hour earlier than usual.
The Little Captain vowed he was too sleepy to blow a single toot on his bugle, so they went to their tents without the usual sounding of taps.

It was not long before every child was asleep, worn out by the day's hard play.