The only two who did not stir from their places were the tin-soldier and the little Dancer.
But the tin-soldier was silent, and grasped his gun more firmly.
But there the steadfast little tin-soldier lay full length, shouldering his gun.
That touched the tin-soldier, he was nearly going to shed tin-tears; but that would not have been fitting for a soldier.
Billy dropped his tin-soldier on the ground and ran in to help his mother wipe the dishes.
He had laid his tin-soldier on the grass, though the little tin-soldier had been sleeping all morning and felt like a march.