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+Project Gutenberg's Sunny Boy in the Big City, by Ramy Allison White
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+Title: Sunny Boy in the Big City
+
+Author: Ramy Allison White
+
+Illustrator: Charles L. Wrenn
+
+Release Date: October 26, 2008 [EBook #27052]
+
+Language: English
+
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SUNNY BOY IN THE BIG CITY ***
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+Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Suzanne Shell, and the
+Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
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+
+   [Illustration: Sunny Boy was speaking to the tall policeman who
+    directed traffic from the center of the street.
+
+    (_See Page 193_)]
+
+
+                              SUNNY BOY
+
+                           IN THE BIG CITY
+
+
+
+                                  BY
+
+                          RAMY ALLISON WHITE
+
+                              Author of
+
+                 "SUNNY BOY IN THE COUNTRY," "SUNNY
+                      BOY AT THE SEASHORE," ETC.
+
+
+
+                           _ILLUSTRATED BY_
+
+                           CHARLES L. WRENN
+
+
+
+
+
+                           BARSE & HOPKINS
+
+                              PUBLISHERS
+
+                 NEW YORK, N. Y.        NEWARK, N. J.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+Copyright, 1920
+
+By
+
+BARSE & HOPKINS
+
+SUNNY BOY IN THE BIG CITY
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+CHAPTER                                 PAGE
+
+I     THE PARADE                         9
+
+II    OLIVER'S LESSON                   23
+
+III   OFF FOR NEW YORK                  36
+
+IV    GOING SHOPPING                    52
+
+V     SUNNY BOY LOSES HIS ROOM          67
+
+VI    ON TOP OF THE BUS                 82
+
+VII   IN CENTRAL PARK                   97
+
+VIII  THE FERRYBOAT RIDE               110
+
+IX    WHEN MAKE-BELIEVE IS REAL        125
+
+X     MORE SIGHTSEEING                 139
+
+XI    SUNNY BOY GETS LOST              154
+
+XII   SUNNY BOY IS FOUND               169
+
+XIII  HELPING THE HARRITYS             182
+
+XIV   JOE BROWN GOES BACK              195
+
+XV    HOME AGAIN                       208
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+
+"Sunny Boy was speaking to the tall policeman who directed
+traffic from the center of the street"       _Frontispiece_
+
+                                                      PAGE
+
+"He had not supposed that a moving stairway went
+further than one story"                                63
+
+"Sunny Boy was just the least little bit afraid when
+they went under the elevator tracks"                   91
+
+"Sunny Boy sat down sociably on an old soap box"      165
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SUNNY BOY IN THE
+BIG CITY
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+THE PARADE
+
+
+"Fall 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.
+
+"Let me!" Down the steps tumbled a pink gingham frock and a fluff of
+yellow bobbed hair that proved to be four-year-old Ruth Baker. She
+lived next door to Sunny Boy, and her brother, Nelson, was already
+marking time with the waiting army.
+
+"Let me march, Sunny Boy," Ruth begged. "I can mark time, an'
+everything!"
+
+Sunny Boy decided swiftly.
+
+"All right," he assented. "I don't think much of girls in an army, but
+I s'pose it's better than being one short. Get in next to David."
+
+Ruth's feelings were not easily hurt, and she didn't mind if her
+enlistment was not accepted with enthusiasm as long as she was
+accepted. She slipped happily into line back of David Spellman, a
+freckle-faced boy with smiling dark eyes.
+
+"Forward, march!" Sunny Boy beat a lively quick-step on his drum and
+the army moved down the quiet street, leaving Bobbie Henderson playing
+with the shells.
+
+Sunny Boy's drum, of all his toys, was probably his favorite. He had
+let it roll into the street once and a horse had nearly stepped on it,
+but his mother had mended it neatly with court-plaster, and it seemed
+good for many more days.
+
+"Rub-a-dub, dub! Rub-a-dub, dub!" he pounded gaily now as he swung
+along at the head of his gallant forces.
+
+"I don't think generals play drums," David Spellman had said
+doubtfully, when Sunny Boy first organized his army.
+
+"Well, I'm going to play mine," Sunny Boy had retorted firmly. "Daddy
+says when you're short of help a man has to do two people's work. I
+can play my drum and be general, too."
+
+"Halt!"
+
+Sunny Boy issued his order so quickly that the army was startled and
+stepped on one another's heels as they came to a standstill.
+
+"This square's a good place to drill," he explained. "I'll see how
+well you know the man'l of arms."
+
+Sunny Boy meant the manual of arms, and his idea of army drill,
+gleaned from the talk of his father and one or two older cousins,
+wasn't very clear; but then, his army didn't know much about it
+either, so his authority wasn't questioned.
+
+"Column right!" said Sunny Boy.
+
+The army obediently turned to the right.
+
+"Ruth, don't you know which is your right?" demanded Sunny Boy
+severely.
+
+A general must keep up discipline, you know, and when a girl is in an
+army she must do just as the others do.
+
+"I get mixed 'bout right and left," admitted Ruth Baker cheerfully.
+"But I'm all right now, Sunny. See?"
+
+"All right," approved Sunny Boy graciously. "Column left!"
+
+The army swung to the left.
+
+"Look here, I don't intend to have you children making a noise like
+this in front of my house!" The handsome glass-paneled door of the
+house before which the army was drilling had opened suddenly. A woman
+whom Sunny Boy afterward described to his mother as "awful big and
+tall" came out on the steps and frowned down at the children. "Why on
+earth do all the children in the neighborhood pick out my house to
+play around?" she continued fretfully.
+
+Sunny Boy's army wanted very much to run home, but he showed no signs
+of running himself so they waited, huddled together in a frightened
+little group.
+
+"Why don't you stay at your own homes to play?" persisted the woman.
+
+The woman really wasn't very tall, not taller than Sunny Boy's own
+mother. She came out so unexpectedly and stared down at the children
+so crossly that she seemed taller than she was. She had near-sighted
+eyes, and wore big, thick-rimmed glasses, and these, too, made her
+look more severe.
+
+"Well?" she demanded.
+
+Sunny Boy stood at the foot of the steps and smiled at her. He knew
+she wasn't always upset like this.
+
+"You have such a nice sidewalk," he explained, putting down his drum
+and removing his cap as Mother had taught him. "It's so wide and
+smooth. I should think it would be great for roller-skating."
+
+"I won't let 'em!" the woman answered quickly. "In the summer I just
+about spend my whole day chasing children off this walk. I didn't have
+it put down for a roller-skating rink. What are you young ones doing,
+anyhow?"
+
+"This is my army," Sunny Boy indicated the column with a backward
+sweep of his hand. "We were marching, and we stopped to drill. But
+we'll go, if you'd rather."
+
+"That's a cunning little girl," said the woman, looking at Ruth. "Is
+she a soldier, too? I thought only boys could join the army."
+
+Sunny Boy explained that Ruth was taking the place of a private who
+didn't want to do his duty.
+
+"We'll be going now," he added politely.
+
+"Wait a minute," said the woman, who didn't seem cross at all now.
+"I've been bothered to death this morning--company telephoning they
+were coming to spend the afternoon and then changing their minds after
+I had the lemonade all made and on the ice. I have a lot to bother
+me."
+
+She looked a little wistfully at Sunny Boy. He didn't know it, but she
+was trying to say she was sorry she had been impatient and testy.
+Grown-ups frequently find it as difficult to say "I'm sorry" as boys
+and girls do.
+
+"I wonder if your army would like some nice ice-cold lemonade?" said
+the woman abruptly. "Would your mothers mind, do you think?"
+
+"Not lemonade," Sunny Boy assured her promptly. "'Sides, it is a long
+time to lunch, and Mother doesn't mind if you don't eat just before
+lunch."
+
+"Well, all right, then. But how shall I give it to you?" asked their
+would-be hostess. "If I bring it out here all the neighborhood will
+come and want some. And I do hate to have so many children tramping in
+over my clean rugs."
+
+Not without reason was Sunny Boy a general.
+
+"I can march 'em in the basement door," he suggested. "They'll stay in
+a row and not muss anything."
+
+So it was decided. The woman went in and closed the door, promising to
+open the iron basement gate for them, and Sunny Boy turned to his
+army.
+
+"Forward march!" he ordered.
+
+A little fearfully the army marched down the area steps and into a
+dark hall. They each had a feeling that the woman might change her
+mind after all, and scold them again. But she was smiling as they
+tramped into her old-fashioned kitchen.
+
+"Halt!" commanded Sunny Boy, and the army ranged itself against the
+wall without further orders.
+
+"I'll give each one a glass, and then I'll pour the lemonade," said
+the hostess pleasantly.
+
+She went down the line, filling a tall crystal glass for each child.
+Then, after that, she brought out a plate of brown and white cookies
+and insisted that they must each take three.
+
+"Sugar cookies don't hurt any one," she declared, patting Ruth on the
+head as she passed her. "Do they, General?"
+
+"I guess not," agreed Sunny Boy contentedly, munching a cake.
+
+When they had finished, they put the glasses carefully on the table,
+and said "Thank you" politely.
+
+"My name is Miss Lyons, Miss Edith Lyons," announced their hostess,
+following them to the door. "I'm going to watch you march off, and I
+hope you'll come to see me again."
+
+"We didn't muss anything, did we?" asked Sunny Boy anxiously. He felt
+responsible for all the rest.
+
+Miss Lyons stooped down and kissed him.
+
+"Bless your heart, for a thoughtful little boy," she said warmly. "You
+haven't hurt a thing. Good-bye, Soldier, and good luck!"
+
+"Fall in!" Sunny Boy commanded as they reached the walk. "Forward,
+march!"
+
+The drum sounding merrily, the army fell into step and marched down
+the street, Miss Lyons waving her handkerchief in good-bye.
+
+"Those were good cookies," chuckled Harold Wallace, who marched beside
+Sunny Boy. "Gee, I wanted to run when she opened the door. Did you
+know her, Sunny?"
+
+"My, no," Sunny Boy assured him. "I guess she was just glad to have
+somebody come and drink up all that lemonade."
+
+When they reached Sunny's house, a familiar touring car was drawn up
+at the curb.
+
+"Daddy's home!" cried Sunny Boy. "P'haps he'll give us a ride. Where's
+Bobbie?"
+
+Bobbie was not in sight, but his shells lay scattered on the top step
+where he had left them.
+
+"Well, well, who wants a little ride?" Mr. Horton came smiling down
+the steps. "Sunny Boy, Mother wants you to pick up this stuff and put
+it in the hall. Any one's likely to fall over it out here. And then
+I'll take you round the park and back."
+
+"All of us?" asked Sunny Boy, beginning to pick up the shells and
+sea-weed. "Where's Bobbie, Daddy?"
+
+"All of you," assented Mr. Horton. "Bobbie Henderson? Oh, his mother
+sent for him. Ready now, children?"
+
+Mr. Horton put Ruth Baker in the front seat because she was the only
+girl, and the seven boys piled happily into the tonneau. They were all
+ready to start when Sunny Boy, turning around, saw a grinning little
+colored boy holding on at the back of the car. Mr. Horton saw him,
+too.
+
+"Hey, get down from there!" Sunny Boy's father called crisply. "You'll
+be hurt, taking a chance like that. Get off now, before I start the
+car."
+
+The woolly black head and grinning brown face disappeared, but Sunny
+Boy set up a loud wail.
+
+"Daddy, he took my hat! See him! He's got it! Let me get out and chase
+him!"
+
+"Stay where you are," commanded Mr. Horton. "You can't catch him now.
+Perhaps we can find him later. If not, Mother will have to get you
+another hat to-morrow."
+
+"It was brand-new," Sunny Boy explained mournfully to David, as the
+car started. "Mother bought it for me to wear to New York. And now
+that colored boy went and stole it!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+OLIVER'S LESSON
+
+
+"You going to New York?" Harold Wallace asked curiously. "When? My
+cousin lives there. He's coming to see me next summer."
+
+Sunny Boy bounced around excitedly on the seat. That is, he bounced as
+much as he could in the rather crowded space.
+
+"Yes, we're going to New York," he announced. "To-morrow--no, the next
+day--when is it, Daddy?"
+
+"Soon," said Mr. Horton.
+
+"Send me a post-card for my album," begged Ruth.
+
+"Me, too," chimed in Nelson.
+
+All the boys, it seemed, wanted post-cards from New York.
+
+"Well, maybe, if Mother will write 'em," agreed Sunny Boy dubiously.
+"I can print A's and B's, but not a real letter writing. Are you going
+to get out, Daddy?"
+
+The car had circled a large green that made attractive the center of
+the city, and Mr. Horton had parked before a busy grocery store.
+
+"I'm going in here to do an errand for Mother," he said. "Now,
+youngsters, I won't be long, and every one of you stay in the car till
+I come back. I don't want to have to hunt up missing boys when it's
+time to go home."
+
+Ruth Baker turned so she faced the back of the car.
+
+"You never stay at home, Sunny Horton!" she declared accusingly. "I
+think it's mean. You were going to play Indian braves and sleep out in
+the tent, and pretty soon it will be so cold Mother won't let us."
+
+"You have been away a lot, haven't you?" suggested David.
+
+Sunny Boy considered.
+
+"I had to go to see my Grandpa Horton," he urged. "And then I had to
+go to see my Aunt Bessie. And Daddy would be lonesome in New York
+without Mother and me. He said so."
+
+You see, Sunny Boy had had a busy summer. First he and his mother had
+gone into the country to visit his grandfather who lived on a farm.
+Sunny Boy was named for this grandfather, "Arthur Bradford Horton,"
+though Daddy and Mother called him Sunny Boy, and many people thought
+he had no other name. Grandfather Horton's farm was known as
+"Brookside," and Sunny Boy learned to love the place dearly in the
+month he spent there. You may have read what he did there and the
+friends he made in the first book about him, called "Sunny Boy in the
+Country."
+
+After Sunny Boy and his mother came home from "Brookside," they went
+almost immediately to visit Mrs. Horton's sister, Sunny's Aunt
+Bessie, in her bungalow at Nestle Cove. Mr. Horton took them down to
+the seashore in the automobile, and Sunny Boy had a delightful time
+playing in the sand and learning to swim. He found a little lost dog,
+too, as you may remember if you have read the book about him called
+"Sunny Boy at the Seashore."
+
+Now he was at home again in Centronia, the city where he and his daddy
+and mother lived, and they were getting ready to make a trip to the
+great city of New York.
+
+"Where 'bouts does your cousin live?" Sunny Boy asked Harold Wallace,
+hoping his friends understood that all this traveling he was
+experiencing was truly necessary. "P'haps Mother and I'll see him."
+
+"I don't know exactly where he lives," answered Harold cautiously.
+"But I know it is in a brick row. Aunt Lucy wrote my mother when they
+moved."
+
+"I'll tell Daddy," promised Sunny Boy confidently. "He'll know what
+street. Don't get out, Oliver."
+
+Oliver Dunlap, red-haired and blue-eyed, grinned provokingly.
+
+"Wait till you see me," he retorted. "Can't I put just one foot out of
+the car?"
+
+Of course, having one foot out, Oliver in another moment had both feet
+on the running board and from there jumped to the sidewalk.
+
+"Daddy said to stay in the car," insisted Sunny Boy.
+
+"He only meant not to go away," said Oliver. "Oh, look at the crowd
+coming!"
+
+The children stood up in the car and stared in the direction Oliver
+was pointing. On the next block they could see a man running swiftly,
+followed by a crowd of people, and back of them two policemen.
+
+"Come back, Oliver!" screamed Ruth, jumping up and down with
+excitement. "Make him come back, Sunny."
+
+But before Oliver could run over to the car, if he had wanted to, the
+man, the crowd close upon his heels, had reached the spot where Oliver
+stood. He caught hold of him, whirled him about, and dropped something
+into his hands, all without stopping his headlong flight. The crowd
+immediately closed in around Oliver just as Mr. Horton, attracted by
+the noise and the shouting, came out of the store. One of the
+policemen continued to run after the man.
+
+"Oh, Daddy, get Oliver," Sunny Boy almost sobbed, as his father came
+over to the car.
+
+"Why, where is he?" asked Mr. Horton, surprised. "Aren't you all
+here?"
+
+"Oliver isn't. He's in there." Sunny Boy pointed to the crowd which
+was growing larger every minute as more and more people pressed in,
+eager to know what the excitement was about. "Oh, gee!"
+
+Sunny Boy's eyes grew wide with wonder and terror. The other boys in
+the car looked frightened. Ruth began to cry.
+
+A policeman had come out from the center of the crowd, and he had
+Oliver by the arm. Oliver was crying, and looked very small and
+miserable.
+
+"Why, Oliver Dunlap!" Mr. Horton walked up to him, and put his arm
+protectingly around the frightened child. "What is the matter,
+Officer?"
+
+"Do you know him?" asked the policeman politely. "Maybe that's
+different then. That pickpocket stole a lady's purse, and here's the
+empty bag he left in the kid's hands. We thought they were
+together--using the boy to cover up his tracks, you see."
+
+"I left him in my car ten minutes ago with these other children," said
+Mr. Horton calmly. "He's Henry Dunlap's son. Your chief knows his
+father."
+
+"If you say it's all right, it is," pronounced the policeman. "Don't
+cry, kid, you're all right now. Sorry to make you any trouble, sir."
+
+He turned to push back the crowd, which was surging about the
+automobile now, and Mr. Horton lifted in Oliver. Then slowly, so as
+not to injure any one, he steered the car out of the mass of people
+and turned it around.
+
+"Guess you'll stay in the car the next time, Oliver," jeered Harold
+Wallace.
+
+"That'll do, Harold," said Mr. Horton sharply. "I'm going to take you
+all around the park twice now and then we'll scoot home for lunch. It
+is twelve o'clock. I don't want to take home such solemn faces. See if
+you can't smile a bit."
+
+By the time they had circled the park twice every one felt decidedly
+more cheerful. Even Oliver had managed a smile, though it would be
+some time before he could see a policeman and not want to run.
+
+Sunny Boy had so much to tell Mother at lunch that he almost forgot to
+inform her of the loss of his hat. Seeing her trying on a new hat
+before the hall mirror after lunch reminded him.
+
+"And how can I go to New York without a hat?" he finished sadly, when
+he had described to her how the colored boy had run off with his
+beautiful new, round, blue hat.
+
+"You can't, of course," said Mother. "I'll have to take you down town
+again to-morrow and buy you another. Harriet, here's Sunny Boy losing
+his new hat before he's had it three days."
+
+"Dear, dear! Do tell!" said Harriet, who was passing through the hall
+on her way upstairs. She sat down to listen.
+
+"I might take Sunny down through the River Section," she suggested to
+Mrs. Horton. "We could go this afternoon. All the colored folks live
+there, you know, and Sunny might see the boy. I'd make him give the
+hat back, drat him!"
+
+Mrs. Horton had little faith in their finding boy or hat, but she was
+willing they should go, and so Harriet and Sunny Boy set out half an
+hour later, bound for the River Section, which was over on the other
+side of the city from where the Hortons lived.
+
+They decided to walk there and then ride home if they were tired, and
+Sunny Boy found much to interest him along the way. They passed a
+horse that had lost his nosebag before he had eaten all his oats and
+who was regarding it hungrily as it lay on the ground at his feet.
+
+"Fix it, Harriet," implored Sunny. "He hasn't had all his dinner."
+
+So Harriet stopped and picked up the nosebag and fixed it nicely on
+the horse's nose. He went right to eating the moment she had it in
+place, but Sunny Boy was sure his wise brown eyes thanked them
+gratefully.
+
+"Look, Harriet!" they were crossing another street when Sunny Boy's
+quick eyes spied something else that interested him. "See, little
+desks."
+
+A man was carrying desks into a brown stone house, and a large number
+of similar desks were propped up on the walk.
+
+"'Miss May Ford's School for Boys and Girls.'" Harriet read the
+shining brass plate on the side of the house as they walked slowly
+past. "Why, Sunny, that must be the Miss May your mother talks about.
+I guess that's where you'll be going to school this winter."
+
+Sunny Boy stared at the building with interest. He was very eager to
+learn what school was like, and he hoped that as soon as they came
+back from New York he would go to school every day as Nelson Baker
+did.
+
+Two or three blocks further on Harriet turned suddenly down a side
+street.
+
+"Now begin to look, Sunny," she admonished him. "See if you see a boy
+that looks like the one who took your hat this morning. How old would
+you say he was?"
+
+"'Bout 'leven," returned Sunny Boy wisely. "He acted 'bout that,
+anyway. Isn't that a cunning baby, Harriet?"
+
+Harriet wasn't interested in babies just then. She was determined to
+find that missing hat.
+
+"That looks like him," Sunny pointed an accusing finger at a colored
+boy leaning against a rickety porch railing.
+
+At the same moment the boy saw them and started to run.
+
+"We can't chase him," said Harriet. "He'll run up some alley. You stay
+here on the sidewalk, and I'll ask if he lives in this house."
+
+A little girl answered Harriet's knock. "Yes'm," she said, she knew
+the boy.
+
+"He don't live here--don't live nowhere," she volunteered. "He just
+hangs around. His name is Pete."
+
+"Well, there's no use in looking any further," announced Harriet,
+rejoining Sunny Boy on the pavement. "Pete, if that's his name, won't
+show up around here for several days now. And before that you'll be on
+your way to New York."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+OFF FOR NEW YORK
+
+
+"Sunny Boy and I will go ahead and get the trunk checked," said Mr.
+Horton, picking up the two suitcases that stood in the hall. "Where's
+your hat? You haven't lost it again, have you?"
+
+Sunny Boy dashed under the table and picked up his new hat.
+
+"It's all right," he assured his father anxiously. "It just fell off
+when I wasn't looking. Mother bought it yesterday. Does it do for New
+York, Daddy?"
+
+"I don't see why not," replied Mr. Horton, smiling. "All through,
+Olive? Sure you and Harriet can lock up all right?"
+
+Mrs. Horton came into the hall, pencil and pad in hand. It was the day
+for leaving--Sunny Boy had been afraid that it would never come--and
+they were almost on the way to New York. The train would leave
+Centronia Union Station in an hour.
+
+"I'm finishing the list of things I want Harriet to remember,"
+explained Mrs. Horton. "Sunny, dear, did you say good-bye to her? All
+right then, run along with Daddy. And I'll meet you at the south
+entrance not later than a quarter of ten."
+
+Sunny Boy and Daddy took the street car, and Sunny was so blissfully
+happy to be beginning the journey at last that a white-haired
+gentleman next to him asked him if he was thinking about Christmas.
+
+Sunny Boy shook his head. He hadn't begun to think of Christmas. That
+was months and months away.
+
+"I'm going to New York," he informed the white-haired gentleman
+proudly. "Daddy and Mother and me. And I can ride on top of the
+busses, Daddy said so."
+
+"Dear me," said the gentleman, "that is a long trip for a chap of your
+age. I have a little grandson who lives in New York. He's counting the
+days now till he can come to see me."
+
+This was a new idea to Sunny Boy.
+
+"Do you s'pose folks who live in New York like to come to see
+Centronia?" he asked doubtfully.
+
+"Just as much as you count on going to New York," said the
+white-haired gentleman promptly. "It's new to them, you see. Here's my
+corner now. Good-bye. I hope you will have all the good times you are
+looking forward to."
+
+"Isn't it funny, Daddy?" said Sunny Boy, watching the gentleman go out
+the door. "Most everybody has relations living in New York. Harold
+Wallace's cousin lives there. Have we any 'lations to go to see?"
+
+"Not in New York," answered Mr. Horton, pressing the button to tell
+the motor-man to let them off. "You and Mother will have to amuse
+each other, because you may find it lonesome at first with no friends
+to talk to."
+
+They were opposite the station now, and the car stopped. Sunny Boy
+hopped off blithely, but his thoughts were busy with what Daddy had
+said. How could one be lonely in New York?
+
+"'Member the time the baggage man thought the alarm clock was a
+'fernal machine?" asked Sunny Boy, as he followed his father into the
+station and over to the baggage room.
+
+"Indeed I do," Mr. Horton laughed.
+
+You see, when Sunny Boy and his mother had been going to see Grandpa
+Horton, Sunny, as his part in the packing, tucked in the family alarm
+clock so that he would be sure to get up early in the country. And he
+forgot the clock might be set, as it was. The station people had held
+the trunk and it took a great deal of explaining, and the Hortons
+nearly missed their train before they were allowed to check the trunk.
+
+The baggage man remembered Sunny Boy.
+
+"How's the alarm clock?" he grinned cheerfully. "Any more infernal
+machines in your baggage this time?"
+
+Sunny Boy smiled shyly.
+
+"We didn't have a finger in packing this trunk," Daddy answered for
+him. "All right, Son, we're fixed. Now we'll see if we can get some
+parlor car seats."
+
+But, it seemed, the parlor car seats were all sold.
+
+"All the way through. Convention going to-day on your train,"
+announced the man behind the brass-barred window. "Sorry, but you'll
+have to go in the day coach."
+
+"You and I don't mind, Sunny," said Mr. Horton, as they walked over to
+the south entrance to wait for Mrs. Horton. "It is rather hard on
+Mother, but perhaps she won't mind. It isn't so warm to-day."
+
+"And we can put the window up," suggested Sunny Boy helpfully. "Oh,
+there's Mother!"
+
+He ran to meet her and brought her over triumphantly to the seat saved
+for her.
+
+"Am I in time?" she asked a little anxiously. "Ten minutes yet? That's
+fine. There was a block on the cars."
+
+"Get your breath, and then I think we'd better go through the gate,"
+counseled Mr. Horton. "Couldn't get parlor car seats, so the earlier
+we get on, the better chance we have of getting a good seat. I'll take
+the grips, Sunny, you take care of Mother."
+
+Sunny Boy felt that he was an experienced traveler when he handed the
+tickets to the man at the gate, Daddy's hands being occupied with the
+suitcases. The long gray train shed was filled with shining dark cars
+and snorting, puffing engines, but Daddy seemed to know where to go,
+and he led the way.
+
+"This is all right," he decided, coming to a stop before a coach.
+
+He put down the heavy suitcases and took the tickets from Sunny.
+
+"They'll be safer in my wallet," he explained. "But you may give them
+to the conductor if you wish. Up you go--there!"
+
+Sunny Boy found himself on the platform beside Mother, who had gone
+first. He followed her into the nearly dark car, and they found two
+nice seats near the center and on what Daddy said would be the shady
+side as soon as they pulled out of the shed.
+
+"If a crowd comes in we must give up one of these seats," Mr. Horton
+said, turning back one so that it faced the other. "But until then
+let's be as comfortable as we can."
+
+He put the suitcases in the racks overhead, put Mother's light dust
+coat up with them, and raised both windows. Sunny Boy and his mother
+sat facing Daddy.
+
+"Now we're off," announced Mr. Horton, smiling at Sunny Boy, who was
+watching everything.
+
+A few more people came into the car, but not many, and after what
+seemed a long wait to Sunny, they heard the conductor's long-drawn-out
+"All a-bo-ard!"
+
+The train groaned and started slowly.
+
+"And now we're going!" declared Sunny Boy, with satisfaction.
+
+"Now we're going," echoed Mother. "Don't put your head out, Sunny. If
+the wind blows too strongly we'll have to put the window down."
+
+Sunny Boy hoped it wouldn't blow too much. He loved to feel it
+rumpling his hair and cutting gently across his cheek.
+
+"There's Haver's grocery," he cried, as they passed the red-brick
+store on a street corner. "And the market! There's where we punctured
+a tire, Daddy. And, look! There's where Harriet took her shoes to be
+mended!"
+
+"Not so loud," cautioned Mr. Horton. Indeed, Sunny had unconsciously
+raised his voice, and several people were smiling at him.
+
+So Sunny Boy made up a little song to amuse himself as the train went
+slowly through the city streets, streets he knew fairly well because
+he had ridden through them with his father in the automobile.
+
+"Bicycle shop, gasoline station, fresh egg store," sang Sunny softly.
+"Mr. French's ice-cream--wonder if he'll know I've gone to New York."
+
+Soon the train began to go faster, and Sunny Boy did not know the
+little towns they were passing through. Almost before he knew it, the
+waiter came through announcing lunch, and the Hortons went into the
+dining-car. This was the third time Sunny Boy had eaten on the train,
+and he was, as he said, "'Most used to it."
+
+When they came back into their own coach, and had settled down, Mr.
+Horton to read his paper and Mrs. Horton with a book to read aloud to
+Sunny, a tall, thin, rather odd looking man who had sat huddled up in
+a corner seat suddenly clapped his hand to his eye and began to act
+strangely.
+
+"Ow!" he cried. "Ow! I told you not to have that window opened. Oh!
+Oh, my! What shall I do?"
+
+"He must be in a fit," said the woman in the seat behind the Hortons.
+
+"Appendicitis, probably," declared the man across the aisle.
+
+"Nonsense," said Mr. Horton briskly. "He has a cinder in his eye. I
+wonder if he would let me take it out for him?"
+
+There was a crowd about the man now, and as Mr. Horton went down the
+aisle to help him, Sunny Boy slipped out of his seat, too, and tagged
+along after.
+
+"I know something about first-aid," he heard his father say. "Let me
+look at your eye. Stand back, neighbors, we need a little room."
+
+Watching, Sunny Boy managed to see his father take out a clean white
+handkerchief and a lead pencil. He seemed only to look at the man's
+eye, and then the cinder was out and the excitement over.
+
+"If that boy hadn't opened his window, this never would have
+happened," declared the man, who was grateful to Mr. Horton for
+relieving his pain, but determined to lay his misfortune to some one.
+"I'm going into the smoker. Perhaps a man can have a little less fresh
+air and a bit more common sense in there."
+
+He tramped angrily away. Sunny Boy looked for the first time at the
+boy in the seat ahead, who had been leaning over the back
+apologetically, fearful that his open window really had caused the
+trouble.
+
+"Why, Joe Brown!" said Sunny Boy.
+
+Joe turned a dull red. He was a boy whom Sunny did not know very well,
+and he was a number of years older, twelve or thirteen years old at
+least. His mother often did sewing for Mrs. Horton, and Sunny
+sometimes saw Joe at Sunday school and at the grocery store where he
+sometimes worked after school.
+
+"Hullo, Sunny," said Joe Brown awkwardly. "Where you goin'?"
+
+"To New York," announced Sunny Boy importantly. "Where you going?"
+
+"To New York," was the answer.
+
+"How do you do, Joe?" asked Mr. Horton kindly, coming up to him.
+"Taking a trip, too, are you?"
+
+"Yes, sir," mumbled Joe. "Going to see my Aunt Annabell in New York."
+
+"Where does she live?" said Mr. Horton with interest. "Perhaps we can
+drop you there on our way from the station. Do you plan to stay long?"
+
+Joe Brown fumbled with his cap.
+
+"I don't know just how long I'll stay," he blurted out. "Maybe all
+winter. I've got Auntie's address somewhere in my satchel. I know how
+to get there all right."
+
+Mr. Horton went back to his seat, but Sunny Boy lingered.
+
+"You're another with 'lations in New York," he observed. "Harold
+Wallace has a cousin, and the gentleman on the street car had a
+grandson. I wish my Aunt Bessie lived in New York. Have you been there
+before?"
+
+"No, I haven't," admitted Joe Brown. "But I guess one city's pretty
+much like another. I went to Chicago when I was six. I'm going to see
+all the big places when I'm grown up."
+
+"There's Mother motioning to me," said Sunny Boy. "Come on and see
+her."
+
+But Joe Brown wouldn't.
+
+"I have to write a letter," he protested hastily.
+
+Sunny Boy went back to his parents. He had an odd feeling that Joe
+Brown was not looking forward to seeing New York as much as he, Sunny
+Boy, was.
+
+"Is he sick, do you think, Daddy?" he urged, his troubled eyes resting
+on Joe, now huddled moodily in his seat and making no pretense of
+letter-writing.
+
+"No, he's all right," said Mr. Horton easily. "Come, laddie, we're
+almost at the end of our trip. Sit down by Mother and see your first
+glimpse of one of the largest cities in the world."
+
+Sunny Boy scrambled into his place again, but Joe Brown was still in
+his thoughts. Presently he heard his father speaking in a low voice to
+his mother.
+
+"Olive, I believe that young scamp, the Brown boy, is running away
+from home. He has it written all over him. I wish we could keep an eye
+on him."
+
+"But Mrs. Brown has a sister who lives in New York," said Sunny Boy's
+mother. "He may really be going to visit her."
+
+"Perhaps," admitted Mr. Horton doubtfully.
+
+There was no time to say more just then for the train rushed down from
+daylight into what was next to darkness.
+
+"Oh!" cried Sunny Boy, "where are we going, Mother? Are we in a
+cellar?"
+
+"We are going down under the Hudson River into New York," explained
+Mrs. Horton. "That will save us the trouble of going over on a
+ferryboat."
+
+Sunny Boy was very much interested in the ride under the river and
+asked many questions.
+
+"I should think the river would leak in on us," he remarked. "And we
+haven't any umbrellas along."
+
+"We are perfectly safe," his father assured him.
+
+Then in a few minutes the bustle of getting ready to leave the train
+began.
+
+"We'll take a taxi," announced Mr. Horton, holding his wife's coat for
+her. "Take Mother's hand, Sunny. Careful, now."
+
+Down the steps on to the platform, where Mr. Horton gave the suitcases
+to a porter, and they joined a steady stream of people all going in
+one direction.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+GOING SHOPPING
+
+
+"Oh, look! There's a bus! Let's ride on top," cried Sunny Boy,
+pointing out toward the street as one of the Fifth Avenue busses
+lumbered into sight.
+
+"But our taxi is here," reasoned Mr. Horton, helping in Sunny Boy's
+mother as he spoke. "And I couldn't go up on top with these heavy
+bags. Come, Son, and you shall have your ride to-morrow."
+
+Sunny Boy climbed into the taxi cab, Mr. Horton followed, and they
+were on the way to their hotel.
+
+It was a brief ride, but in those few moments Sunny Boy was sure he
+had seen more automobiles than he had ever seen in his life. He
+probably had, for it was the time of day when the city traffic is
+heaviest, and never-ending streams of motor-cars and trucks and wagons
+were being driven on the cross streets, as well as on the avenues.
+
+"I feel as if I wasn't here," said Sunny Boy slowly, watching the
+crowds from the open window.
+
+Mr. Horton glanced down at him and smiled.
+
+"You do look rather small in all this," he admitted; "but I should say
+you were very much here. And here's our hotel, and I think you are
+ready for supper."
+
+The taxi cab stopped before the McAlpin Hotel, and Sunny Boy, holding
+fast to Daddy's hand, went into a beautiful high-ceilinged room ablaze
+with light. He and his mother sat down in one of the big chairs while
+Mr. Horton registered and arranged for their room. Then a severe-faced
+boy took the suitcases and led them into an elevator.
+
+"I wonder if he's cross," thought Sunny Boy to himself, studying the
+face of the boy as he stood stiffly, his eyes fixed grimly on the wire
+grating of the elevator.
+
+He was staring at him so hard that when the boy turned and caught him
+Sunny Boy blushed. The boy stuck out his tongue and immediately
+resumed his stern expression.
+
+"He wears such a lot of buttons," thought Sunny Boy, who in all his
+life had never been in a hotel to stay over night. "I wonder did he
+really stick out his tongue--"
+
+The elevator stopped while Sunny Boy was trying to decide, and the
+Hortons followed the boy along a silent corridor till he stopped
+before a door and, unlocking it, ushered them into a large, pleasant
+room.
+
+"Well, dear, hungry?" asked Mrs. Horton.
+
+"He did it again," said Sunny Boy.
+
+"Who did what?" laughed Mrs. Horton. "Sunny, don't let New York addle
+you like this. I asked if you were hungry."
+
+"That boy did stick out his tongue," explained Sunny Boy. "I don't
+guess he is cross at all. When he closed the door he winked at me. And
+I am hungry, Mother."
+
+Supper, as Sunny Boy insisted on calling it, or dinner, was rather a
+vague affair to him, for he was not only hungry but very sleepy after
+the long train ride. He liked riding down in the elevator and up
+again, but he was glad enough to go to bed.
+
+"It's just like the three bears," he said to Mother as she helped him
+to undress. "Big Bear, Middle-sized Bear, and Little Bear," he added,
+pointing to the three beds in the room. "Did they know I was coming
+and put a little bed in for me?"
+
+"Daddy asked them to," said Mother. "Now a little wash, precious, and
+you'll be in Dreamland in two seconds."
+
+There was a pretty white bathroom opening into the room, and Sunny Boy
+enjoyed a splash, and then tumbled into bed.
+
+In the morning he had a hard time to get dressed, because he found it
+so interesting to stare out of the window down at the busy streets.
+
+"Such lots of people and trolley cars and automobiles--and
+everything!" he reported to his mother, who insisted that he really
+must finish dressing. "Do you suppose they know I'm looking at 'em?"
+
+"I doubt it," said Mother, brushing his hair smooth. "Now don't put
+your nose on the screen again, Sunny. We're going downstairs in just a
+minute. Daddy is almost through shaving."
+
+"You look dressed up, Mother," announced Sunny Boy critically. "And
+aren't we going to eat breakfast first?"
+
+"First?" repeated Mrs. Horton, puzzled. "Oh, you mean I have my hat
+and veil on. Well, dear, I believe you and I are going out right
+after breakfast, and I won't have to come upstairs again. Ready,
+Daddy?"
+
+Soon they were in the dining room.
+
+"Where are we going?" asked Sunny Boy, at the table and trying not to
+feel queer when the waiter brought him his cantaloupe with the same
+flourish with which he served Daddy sitting opposite.
+
+"Why, I'm going to be very busy this morning," explained Mr. Horton,
+"and I thought you and Mother might enjoy a little shopping trip. I'll
+meet you here for lunch. Anything you specially want to buy, Sunny?"
+
+"Some post cards," replied Sunny Boy promptly. "Ruth Nelson wants one
+for her collection. And I could get Aunt Bessie a present."
+
+"I'd wait till we're almost ready to go home for Aunt Bessie's
+present," said Mr. Horton kindly. "You'll know better what you want
+then. But get the post cards by all means this morning."
+
+He gave Sunny Boy a bright new fifty-cent piece.
+
+"I think we'll walk," decided Mrs. Horton, serving the golden brown
+omelet carefully. "Put your money in your new purse, dear. Harry, have
+you heard from Mr. Vernon yet?"
+
+Left to himself while his parents talked business matters, Sunny Boy
+looked about the dining room. He saw several children, little girls
+and boys here and there, and a little girl across the room nodded and
+smiled at him. Sunny Boy wondered where the boy who had carried up
+their suitcases was.
+
+"I didn't bring my hat," he mourned when breakfast was over. "Can I go
+and get it, Mother?"
+
+"I brought it down, dear," was the answer. "We're going right away.
+Daddy has some telephoning to do, and we'll go on."
+
+In the hotel lobby Sunny Boy saw the suitcase boy, as he had named
+him, again. He didn't seem quite so severe as he had at night, and
+when Sunny smiled at him he actually returned it with a grin that
+showed a set of very white teeth.
+
+"What a funny carriage," said Sunny Boy, calling Mother's attention to
+a queer looking vehicle on two wheels and drawn by a bob-tailed horse,
+which was the first thing he saw when they got out on the street.
+"Look where the coachman is."
+
+The driver was perched up on a little seat behind and held the reins
+over the roof of the coach.
+
+"That's a hansom cab," explained Mrs. Horton. "They were very popular
+and stylish before the automobile came."
+
+Privately Sunny Boy thought it wasn't very handsome, and the poor old
+horse was no longer stylish if he had ever been, but there was little
+time to think about hansom cabs, for just then Mother remarked:
+
+"Here's the big store where they have such a wonderful toy
+department."
+
+It was a big store, much larger than any Sunny Boy had ever seen in
+Centronia, and it seemed filled with people to him.
+
+"Oh, Mother!" he stopped so short that several people nearly fell over
+him, "what's that?"
+
+"That" was a long shining moving thing on which people were being
+wafted gently upward. It reminded Sunny Boy of the fairy tale he had
+seen in the motion picture where the Wishing Girl who wanted to fly
+was suddenly granted her wish.
+
+"Where do they go?" Sunny Boy asked so loudly that a floor-man heard
+and answered him.
+
+"That's an escalator," he announced, much as one might say: "That's a
+strawberry."
+
+"It's a moving stairway, precious," added his mother. "I suppose you
+want to ride on it. Well, first I must get Daddy some handkerchiefs,
+for we never packed him a one. And we'll find out on which floor the
+toys are, too."
+
+Sunny Boy waited patiently while the handkerchiefs were bought, and
+then while Mother chose a new veil, a pretty white one with black
+dots.
+
+"Here are the post-cards, Sunny," she said, turning into another
+aisle. "See which ones you want for Ruth and Nelson."
+
+"What do they say, Mother?" asked Sunny Boy, wishing he could read.
+"May I send all the boys some?"
+
+Mrs. Horton said he could, and she helped him select a dozen views of
+New York, promising that he should print his name on each one and
+that she would write whatever messages he wanted sent.
+
+"You can look them over this afternoon," she suggested, "and see what
+places you want to see first. That will be nice, won't it?"
+
+"Yes, Mother," agreed Sunny Boy. "And now can we ride on the
+alligator?"
+
+"The escalator?" corrected Mother, laughing heartily. "Why yes, I
+think we are about ready to do that. The girl at the handkerchief
+counter told me the toys were on the sixth floor. Do you think you
+want to ride that far on such a queer thing?"
+
+[Illustration: "He had not supposed that a moving stairs went further
+than one story" (Page 63)]
+
+Sunny Boy was enraptured. He had not supposed that a moving stairway
+went further than one story, and the thought of riding to the sixth
+floor was bliss. He felt decidedly odd when he put his foot on the
+moving platform at first, but ahead of him and behind him people were
+serenely moving up, so he knew everything must be all right. When
+he reached the top he slid off with such an unexpected bump that he
+gave a startled cry and the girl who was there to see that no one was
+hurt laughed at him.
+
+"You said we could go to the sixth floor!" exclaimed Sunny Boy,
+turning aggrievedly to Mother who had followed him.
+
+"And so we can, dear, but not without stopping," explained Mrs.
+Horton. "See, we turn here and there is another escalator. At every
+floor we get off one and then on another."
+
+Sunny Boy thought this was absolutely the most delightful way of going
+upstairs he had ever tried. He wondered why the stores at home didn't
+have moving stairways, and he resolved to come down the whole six
+flights the same way. He was astonished when the time came to go home
+and he found that the escalators didn't carry people down, but only
+up.
+
+"I see a horse!" he shouted, when they were half way up the last
+stairway.
+
+They stepped off onto a floorful of toys that reminded Sunny Boy of
+Christmas and birthdays and Santa Claus all rolled into one. A tank of
+water in which boats were sailing caught his eye.
+
+"I wish I'd brought my boat," he remarked, standing on tiptoe to see
+over the edge. "See the motor-boat, Mother? It's just like Captain
+Franklin's."
+
+Captain Franklin was the man who had found Sunny Boy when he was
+drifting out to sea in a rowboat that summer, as related in the book
+called "Sunny Boy at the Seashore."
+
+"If you want to see them race," said the young man in charge of the
+boats, "I'll wind another up for you."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+SUNNY BOY LOSES HIS ROOM
+
+
+Of course Sunny Boy wanted to see the boats race, and he hung
+breathlessly over the edge of the tank while the good-natured clerk
+wound up the motor-boats and sent them racing across several times.
+
+"Come, dear," Mrs. Horton urged at last. "You haven't seen the trains
+yet, nor the rocking-horses. And Daddy will be waiting for us at one,
+you know."
+
+So Sunny Boy, very reluctantly, thanked the man in charge of the boats
+and walked down the aisle to see the mechanical trains.
+
+Goodness! the trains were more fascinating than the boats. There were
+miles and miles of track, and little colored signal lights, and
+stations and tunnels and freight and coal and passenger trains, with
+freight and coal and passengers to go in them.
+
+"All running!" marveled Sunny Boy. "Just like Christmas!"
+
+Mrs. Horton was trying to pull him past this absorbing counter, for
+they really had a great deal more to see and the time was getting
+short, when Sunny gave a shout.
+
+"Mother, look! There's a runaway engine! Whee, a wreck!"
+
+Sure enough, an engine with no cars attached was coming rapidly down
+grade toward a passenger train stopped at one of the stations. Sunny
+Boy's voice had drawn a number of the shoppers, and a small crowd
+gathered to see what would happen. The clerk had left the counter and
+gone out to an aisle table to have a floor-man sign his book, and
+there was no one about to prevent the wreck.
+
+Smash! with a truly thrilling noise the engine crashed into the train
+and the passengers must have, as the newspapers say, "received a
+severe shaking up."
+
+"Oh, gee!" breathed Sunny Boy, and his sigh was echoed by the
+grown-ups.
+
+People looked at one another and smiled.
+
+"Nobody hurt!" announced the clerk, who had hurried back when he heard
+the noise of the collision. "I said that switch needed overhauling
+yesterday. Guess I'll shut off the current and get a repair man to
+come up."
+
+As there would be no more moving trains for the present, Sunny Boy was
+willing to go to see the rocking-horses. He had a fine time, too, for
+the clerk lifted him up on the largest one, and very high from the
+ground Sunny felt.
+
+But it was the tin automobile that captured his heart.
+
+"Oh, Mother!" he said when he found it, "it's just like our car, two
+lamps and all."
+
+"It is pretty nice," admitted Mrs. Horton. "We'll have to see what
+Daddy says about one when we go home. You are getting too old for the
+kiddie car, aren't you? How does this one run, dear?"
+
+Sunny Boy showed her, and explained how the brakes worked, and they
+had an interesting half-hour comparing the different kinds of cars and
+learning how much they cost. Then Mother discovered that it was time
+to go back to the hotel if they were to meet Daddy promptly.
+
+"I could stay here," suggested Sunny Boy, his arm about a stuffed
+camel that was almost large enough for him to ride. His jaw went up
+and down if you poked it right, and he had two most realistic humps.
+"You could go and see Daddy and then come back and get me."
+
+"But, precious, what would Daddy say? He'll want to see you. And there
+will be many other times for you to come over and visit the toys.
+Besides, think, Sunny--suppose he wanted to take you riding on the
+Fifth Avenue bus?"
+
+That settled it. Sunny Boy was ready to go immediately. Anyway, he
+realized that he had a queer feeling he couldn't just name, but he
+suspected that maybe he was hungry.
+
+They found Mr. Horton waiting for them in their room, and Mrs. Horton
+had so much to tell him that Sunny Boy had to wait his chance to ask a
+most important question.
+
+"Daddy," he began when his father finished telling the waiter what to
+bring, and after they were in the dining room and seated at the table,
+"Daddy, do you think p'haps we could go riding on the bus?"
+
+Mr. Horton smiled.
+
+"Well, I'll tell you," he said, glancing at his watch. "Mother wants
+to lie down and rest a bit this afternoon and I have to meet some men
+within an hour. But if you are a good boy, I'll take you when I come
+back. That will be about three o'clock. How'll that do?"
+
+Sunny Boy thought that would be very nice, and he ate his luncheon
+contentedly. Afterward he and Mother went upstairs, and Daddy had to
+go and keep his appointment.
+
+"Now you see how much company we are for each other," said Mother, as
+she changed her dress and put on a pretty blue dressing gown. "With
+such a busy Daddy, wouldn't we be lonesome here in New York all
+alone?"
+
+Sunny Boy nodded solemnly.
+
+"Could I paint pictures?" he asked hopefully.
+
+"Of course. You'll find your paint box and a pad of paper in that grey
+box in the trunk tray. Mother's going to lie down just a second. Pull
+the little table over to the light, dear, and you'll have a nice,
+quiet time," directed Mrs. Horton.
+
+Sunny Boy dragged the table over nearer to the window, found his water
+color paints and the paper and set to work to paint a picture. He
+talked a steady stream to Mother at first but, as he grew interested
+in his work, he forgot to talk.
+
+"There now!" he said softly, when he had finished three pictures. "I
+think they're good. I'll show 'em to Mother."
+
+But Mother was fast asleep. Sunny Boy tiptoed carefully around the
+bed, but she did not wake up.
+
+"I don't want to paint any more," decided Sunny Boy. "What'll I do?"
+
+He remembered the bell-boy they had seen first the night before. He
+would go and visit him.
+
+Sunny Boy opened the door into the corridor carefully, so as not to
+disturb Mother, and closed it carefully behind him. The halls were
+lighted, though it was daytime, and the thick carpet was so soft that
+Sunny couldn't hear the noise of his own feet.
+
+"Where 'bouts," he speculated aloud, "do they have the stairs in this
+house?"
+
+He hunted for several minutes, but no stairs could he find. Then he
+decided to go back to Mother, and he couldn't find the room! He had
+made so many turnings in the halls that he was hopelessly lost.
+
+"Oh, dear!" sighed poor Sunny Boy. "New York is such a big place!"
+
+A light down the corridor attracted his attention now. The elevator,
+of course! Why hadn't he thought of that? He would find the bell-boy
+downstairs. He remembered that was where he had seen him at breakfast
+time.
+
+The elevator boy took him downstairs without asking any questions and
+let him off at the first floor.
+
+"This looks somehow different," puzzled Sunny Boy, standing where the
+elevator left him.
+
+He didn't know it, but it was another elevator, in a different part of
+the building from the one his father and mother took down to the
+dining room. Sunny Boy had never been downstairs alone, and he felt
+decidedly shy.
+
+"Hello, kid, what you lost?" asked one of the bell boys, swinging past
+him.
+
+"Nothing," murmured Sunny Boy.
+
+"Are you lost, dear?" asked a lady, stopping on her way to the
+elevator. She was old and lame and walked with a cane. A maid, with a
+curly black dog under her arm, walked beside her.
+
+Sunny shook his head. How could he be lost with a mother in the same
+building with him? Of course he wasn't lost!
+
+He sat down in a leather chair to consider. He didn't know the name of
+the bell boy he wanted to see, and at any minute his father might come
+back and want to take him for a ride on the bus. Sunny Boy made up
+his mind that he would try to find his room and look for the bell boy
+another time. He waited till a friendly-looking man came hurrying by
+where he sat.
+
+"Please," he stuttered nervously, "how do you find--"
+
+"Ask the clerk at the desk!" snapped the man, who wasn't cross, but
+only in a hurry to make a train.
+
+Sunny Boy looked about for the desk.
+
+"Go 'round there," directed the elevator boy when he ventured to ask
+him. Then he clashed his door shut with a bang and went sailing up in
+his little car.
+
+Sunny obediently wandered around a turn in the corridor. He saw only a
+counter, but he guessed that to be the desk. He remembered it was
+where his father had gone to arrange for their rooms the night before.
+
+"Please," he began, standing on tiptoes and grasping the edge of the
+counter with both hands. "Please, where is our room?"
+
+"Eh, what?" demanded the startled clerk, bending down to see the small
+person speaking to him. "Your room? Have you lost your key?"
+
+"Haven't any key," explained Sunny Boy gravely. "I came out, and when
+I went to go back I couldn't find our door."
+
+"All right, we'll fix you up," promised the clerk. "Jack, lift this
+young man up so I won't have to strain my voice."
+
+A bell-boy lifted Sunny to the counter, and he sat there comfortably,
+sure that the clerk would solve his troubles for him.
+
+"What floor are you on?" asked the clerk capably.
+
+"I don't know," confessed Sunny Boy.
+
+"Well, then, give us your name."
+
+"Sunny Boy," announced Sunny cheerfully.
+
+The clerk laughed, and the bell-boys standing about snickered.
+
+"No Sunny Boy registered," announced the clerk, running his finger
+down the register, where hotel guests write their names. "Haven't you
+any other name you use when you're traveling around?"
+
+"Oh, no," insisted Sunny Boy. "Daddy and Mother always call me
+that--just Sunny Boy."
+
+"But you have to have a regular name," protested the clerk. "When you
+go to school--Oh, you don't go to school! Well, what is Daddy's name?
+Your last name must be the same as his."
+
+Then Sunny Boy understood.
+
+"Daddy's name is Harry Horton, and I am named for Grandpa, Arthur
+Bradford Horton," he announced rapidly. "An' we live in Centronia."
+
+"Now you're talking," said the clerk approvingly. "Here you are." He
+read from the big register: "'Mr. and Mrs. Harry Horton and son'.
+You're son. And your room is 1038. Jack, you take him up, will you?
+Is any one there, or have they gone out and left you alone?"
+
+Sunny Boy explained that his mother was lying down, and Jack lifted
+him from the counter and went over with him to the elevator.
+
+"He lost his room," he told the elevator boy as they shot up. "Didn't
+you bring him down?"
+
+"Must have come down in one of the other cars," said the elevator boy.
+"I don't remember him. Here's your floor."
+
+Jack showed Sunny Boy which was the door to his room, and, still
+grinning at the idea of losing one's way in a hotel, he went back.
+
+"Why, Sunny dear, where have you been?" Mrs. Horton was sitting up in
+bed as Sunny Boy came in. "I woke up a minute ago and thought you were
+still painting. Then I spoke to you and found you weren't in the room.
+Where did you go?"
+
+"I got lost," said Sunny Boy placidly.
+
+He told his mother what had happened and she laughed.
+
+"Here's Daddy," she announced, as some one rapped on the door. "Come
+in, Harry. Sunny Boy's adventures in New York have already begun."
+
+So Mr. Horton heard the story.
+
+"Well, well, we'll have to go out for our ride, or there's no knowing
+what will happen next," he said jokingly. "Want to come, Olive?"
+
+Mrs. Horton answered that she didn't want to dress hurriedly and that
+she would rather wait for them and write a letter or two, perhaps.
+
+"I'll help you write your post cards in the morning," she promised
+Sunny Boy. "Harriet will be expecting a card from you every day till
+it comes."
+
+Sunny Boy and his father went out of the hotel and walked over toward
+Fifth Avenue. The trolley cars and automobiles and crowds of people
+seemed to Sunny Boy to be hopelessly mixed. He held tightly to Daddy's
+hand when they crossed the street, and he was very grateful to the
+tall policeman that made the traffic stop while the people surged
+safely across.
+
+"Up top, you know, Daddy," he urged, trotting along, trying to keep
+step with his father's long stride.
+
+"All right, up top we'll go," said Mr. Horton, smiling. "I thought
+we'd walk around to the Pennsylvania station and get a bus there. We
+may want to go home from there instead of the way we came."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+ON TOP OF THE BUS
+
+
+The Pennsylvania Station is a beautiful building, but Sunny Boy hardly
+saw it, so eager was he to climb up the winding stairs on one of the
+busses.
+
+"Are we going up, or down?" he chattered to Daddy, as they stood on
+the curb.
+
+"Over first," explained Mr. Horton, "and then up. I thought we might
+go as far as Grant's Tomb; then you can see the river, and to-morrow,
+if Mother likes to, we will go down and through the Arch at Washington
+Square."
+
+A bus came up and stopped presently, and Sunny Boy was afraid there
+would be no room left for him, so many people seemed to want to ride
+outside and enjoy the fine September afternoon.
+
+"Careful, now," cautioned Mr. Horton, as he guided Sunny Boy up the
+narrow, steep stairs. "They will start before you get to the top."
+
+Sure enough, the bus did start, but Sunny Boy had a firm grip on the
+iron railing. He thought it great fun to be going upstairs on a moving
+automobile, and when he reached the top, the very first seat, away up
+front, was vacant!
+
+"P'haps I'd better take my hat off," he suggested, as he snuggled into
+the seat next the railing and Daddy sat down beside him. "The colored
+boy took my first one, you know, and if I lost this one Mother might
+not like it."
+
+"Indeed she might not," agreed Mr. Horton. "Neither should I, because
+new hats cost money. You'll be more comfortable holding it, anyway."
+
+Sunny Boy took it off then, and held it in his lap. When the conductor
+came for their fares, he held out a funny-looking thing and said they
+were to put the money in that.
+
+"Let me," begged Sunny Boy.
+
+Daddy gave him two ten-cent pieces, and he put them in the little slit
+and heard the bell ring twice.
+
+Sunny Boy had never been so happy. He liked to look down from the high
+top of the bus and watch the motors and the people in the street. At
+nearly every cross street they had to stop while traffic went the
+other way, and often there would be four or five automobiles abreast.
+Once Sunny, looking down, saw a little boy in a beautiful car looking
+up at him. Sunny Boy waved, and the little boy smiled delightedly and
+waved back. Then the whistle blew and the car shot far ahead of the
+slow-running bus.
+
+"Where are we going now?" demanded Sunny, as their bus turned.
+
+"Wait and see," smiled Mr. Horton.
+
+And in a minute Sunny Boy saw on one side of him a row of handsome
+houses, on the other a strip of cement walk and a green park, and
+beyond that water that sparkled in the sun.
+
+"This is Riverside Drive," said Mr. Horton. "See, Son, those are
+battleships anchored out there."
+
+Sunny Boy stood up to see better, while Daddy steadied him. He had
+never seen a battleship before except in pictures.
+
+"What funny wire cages," he puzzled. "And see the little boat going
+out to them, Daddy."
+
+"Those wire 'cages' as you call them, are masts," explained his
+father. "And the little boat is probably carrying some officers or
+sailors out to their ship. That is as near as the battleships can
+come to the land, you see."
+
+Sunny Boy wanted to know why, and Mr. Horton told him that the water
+wasn't deep enough close in shore.
+
+"If you want to see a battleship better, perhaps go aboard one, we
+must visit the Navy Yard before we go home," he remarked.
+
+Sunny Boy was sure he would like that.
+
+The battleships were left far behind now, and a man and woman riding
+horseback attracted Sunny's attention. He thought it must be fun to
+have a horse and go riding along such a beautiful drive.
+
+"I could roller skate and Harriet could knit like that," he suggested,
+pointing to a boy skating merrily up and down while a white-capped
+nurse sat on a bench and knitted comfortably.
+
+"Yes, you could," said his father. "But since Harriet isn't here,
+you'll have to write her about what you've seen instead. We get off
+at the next corner, Sunny; press the little black button there by your
+hand."
+
+Sunny Boy pressed the button which rang the bell to tell the bus
+driver to stop, and he and Mr. Horton walked to the stairs. Sunny was
+very glad to have his father go first, because he discovered that
+coming downstairs was more ticklish than going up. He had a feeling
+that he was going to pitch forward on his yellow head.
+
+However, they both reached the ground safely, and, his hand in
+Daddy's, Sunny Boy crossed over and stood at the flight of broad steps
+that led to Grant's Tomb.
+
+"Do you know who General Grant was, dear?" asked Daddy.
+
+Sunny Boy nodded his head.
+
+"Grandpa told me," he said confidently. "He was in the Civil War."
+
+"Yes, he was a general in the Civil War, and later president of the
+United States," assented Mr. Horton. "And this beautiful building was
+given by the people who loved and admired him, as a memorial."
+
+They went up the wide steps and entered the rotunda. The light was
+subdued, and at first Sunny Boy could see nothing. Then he saw several
+people, the men with their hats in their hands, looking down what he
+thought was a deep well.
+
+Daddy lifted him up so that he might look over, and there, down on the
+marble floor, he saw two American flags draped over two oblong stone
+slabs and a wreath on each.
+
+"Mrs. Grant is buried here, too," said Mr. Horton.
+
+The old, battle-stained flags and war mementos in the two little
+alcoves off the rotunda would have interested Sunny's Grandpa Horton,
+who had seen some of those same flags carried on the battle fields,
+but one couldn't expect Sunny Boy to care much about them. When they
+came out and stood once more on the steps in the sunshine, he saw
+something that interested him more.
+
+"Daddy!" he raised his voice in excitement. "What are those funny
+boats'? Over there--see? There's two of 'em!"
+
+A young man standing near heard and turned with a grin.
+
+"Where did you hail from, kid?" he asked curiously. "Haven't you ever
+seen a ferryboat before?"
+
+Sunny Boy hated to be laughed at, so he said nothing.
+
+"We're inland folks," explained Mr. Horton, who didn't seem to mind
+the young man's smile. "Out where we live no rivers connect our
+cities. My little boy has seen his first ferryboat to-day."
+
+"I've seen _boats_," said Sunny Boy with dignity. "I saw them down at
+the seashore. But not like those. What do they use 'em for?"
+
+The young man laughed again.
+
+"Excuse me," he apologized. "But I've crossed the river every morning
+for ten years on the ferry, and it strikes me as funny to find some
+one who doesn't know what a ferryboat is. They carry people and horses
+and automobiles, kid."
+
+"Horses?" repeated Sunny Boy incredulously. "Come on, Daddy, let's go
+ride on one."
+
+"That's the Fort Lee Ferry. Nothing much to see," advised the young
+man, who was good-natured if he did laugh at folks. "Better go down
+town and take the Twenty-third Street, if you want a nice sail."
+
+"Thank you, we will, when we do go," replied Mr. Horton. "But, Sunny,
+you and I must be getting back to Mother. She will be wondering what
+has become of us. See if you can signal a bus."
+
+[Illustration: "Sunny Boy was just the least little bit afraid when
+they went under the elevator tracks"]
+
+Sunny Boy stopped a bus very nicely, and again they found a seat on
+the top. Sunny Boy was just the least little bit afraid when they went
+under the elevated tracks--they didn't have elevated trains in
+Centronia--and he hoped nothing would drop on him.
+
+"What a lot of things there are to ride on in New York," he confided
+to Daddy. "Busses, an' trains up high, and ferryboats, and automobiles
+and trolley cars like at home."
+
+"And another kind of train you don't know about yet," said Mr. Horton.
+"What is it? Oh, I'm going to let you find out for yourself. You seem
+to be developing a liking for riding about on all kinds of
+transportation."
+
+"Well, I would like to go on a ferryboat," admitted Sunny Boy, "an'
+maybe on the elevated. An' the other kind of train that I don't know
+about. And that's all."
+
+They found Mrs. Horton dressed for dinner and awaiting them, and
+while she helped Sunny to put on a clean suit and brush his hair, he
+told her about their trip and what they had seen on Riverside Drive.
+
+"And Daddy says if you want to, we can ride on the bus to-morrow," he
+finished. "We can go and see an arch."
+
+Mr. Horton, who had been reading some letters that had come for him
+while he and Sunny were out, looked up from the little book in which
+he wrote the things he wanted to remember.
+
+"I'm sorry, but you and Mother will have to amuse each other
+to-morrow," he announced. "I shall be busy all day. But I think you
+can manage to have a pleasant time, and perhaps the next day I can go
+about with you."
+
+"Of course we'll have a happy day," promised Mrs. Horton. "Don't worry
+about us, Daddy Horton. We know you are on a business trip. I think
+Sunny Boy and I will plan to spend the day in Central Park."
+
+"Yes, let's," agreed Sunny Boy enthusiastically.
+
+He had not the smallest idea what Central Park was like, but he was
+very sure that he would like it. He liked everything that he had seen
+in New York so far.
+
+As the Hortons came out of the dining room, and Mr. Horton stopped to
+buy a paper, Sunny Boy saw the bell-boy he had tried to visit that
+afternoon.
+
+"Hello," he remarked conversationally. "I was looking for you this
+afternoon."
+
+"Were you the kid that got lost?" chuckled the bell-boy. "Jack said to
+me: 'Frank, there was a boy couldn't find his own room this afternoon,
+can you believe it?' And what have you been doing with yourself all
+day?"
+
+Sunny Boy recounted his adventures, and announced that the next day he
+and Mother were going to Central Park.
+
+"Be sure you go in the Monkey House," counseled Frank. "I tell you
+those monkeys are the cutest things you ever saw. Almost human, I'll
+say. Like monkeys?"
+
+"Yes in pictures," said Sunny Boy. "And those the organ grinders have.
+Here comes Daddy."
+
+Before he went to sleep that night Sunny Boy thought of something he
+wanted to ask Frank.
+
+"I will the next time I see him," he muttered drowsily.
+
+He was wondering why he never put his cap on straight, but always wore
+it a little over one ear.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+IN CENTRAL PARK
+
+
+The next morning Sunny Boy and Mother started early for Central Park.
+Much to Sunny's delight they took a bus, and though they did not have
+very far to go, Mother climbed up to the top with him. When they got
+off at the Park gate they found carriages waiting for those who wanted
+to drive around the park.
+
+"I think we should like that, don't you?" asked Mrs. Horton. "I'm sure
+we can not hope to walk all over this great place in one day. Shall we
+drive, dear?"
+
+"Let's," nodded Sunny Boy. "I like that fat, black horse, Mother."
+
+So they got into the carriage pulled by the fat, black horse and
+driven by a young man so tall that he couldn't sit up straight in the
+seat or his head would have hit the roof of the carriage.
+
+"Is Central Park bigger than Brookside?" Sunny Boy asked, as they
+drove over a well-kept road past the greenest of green lawns and
+bright flower beds. Brookside was the name of Grandpa Horton's farm.
+
+"How big is Brookside?" asked the driver, slapping the reins to make
+his horse go faster.
+
+"Oh, ever so big," Sunny Boy assured him. "Seventy-nine acres, Daddy
+said."
+
+"Well, you could put Brookside right down in Central Park and never
+see it," announced the driver complacently. "This park has eight
+hundred and seventy-nine acres."
+
+"Gee!" murmured Sunny Boy.
+
+He was silent for a few moments, trying to imagine how large the park
+must be.
+
+"What a funny way to hay," he remarked, as they came up to a horse
+tramping steadily over the grass pulling a machine that looked
+something like a mower. "Grandpa didn't do it that way."
+
+"They're cutting the grass," explained the driver of the carriage.
+"Guess you haven't seen one of those machines. If they had only a lawn
+mower like the one your father uses on your lawn at home, you know,
+the grass would never get cut in one summer."
+
+"Can't we get out?" Mrs. Horton asked next. "I'd like to go up and see
+the reservoirs."
+
+"Sure you can," was the quick response. "I'll wait right here for you.
+Suppose you'll want to go in the snake house, too, and see the
+menagerie and the monkeys."
+
+"Frank said to see the monkeys, didn't he, Mother?" said Sunny Boy.
+"But he didn't say anything about snakes."
+
+They were out of the carriage now and walking toward the reservoirs.
+
+"No, and I don't believe we want to see the snakes," returned Mrs.
+Horton. "I don't like them very much, and if you don't care I'd much
+rather see the monkeys. They can do so many funny tricks."
+
+Sunny Boy didn't care about snakes, and he forgot them right away when
+he saw the gallons of water, spread out like a smooth lake.
+
+"Is it all to drink?" he wanted to know. "Can't they go swimming in
+it, Mother? Where does it come from?"
+
+"I'm afraid I don't know where the water comes from," admitted Mrs.
+Horton, "but we know it must be piped from miles and miles away. Think
+of all the thirsty people in New York who are glad to get a cool,
+clean drink this warm day."
+
+"Wouldn't they like to swim in it?" insisted Sunny Boy.
+
+"My, no, precious! No one must swim in water that is to be drunk, you
+must know that. Now we'll go back to our carriage, or the driver will
+be tired of waiting."
+
+When they came to the menagerie and the monkey house, Mrs. Horton
+decided not to keep the carriage standing. She did not know how long
+they would be, and she knew that they could easily get back to the
+street and car lines again. She paid the driver and he drove off,
+whistling merrily.
+
+"Let's see the bears, first," suggested Sunny Boy.
+
+And they did. Sunny Boy pressed so close to the cages of the animals
+that his mother pulled him back repeatedly. They saw lions and tigers
+and bears and elephants and more queer and curious animals than Sunny
+Boy dreamed existed.
+
+"I like the bears best," he told Mother, as they came away. "The polar
+bear looked just like our fur rug at home. And he had cakes of ice to
+sleep on."
+
+"That is because he is used to cold weather," explained Mrs. Horton.
+"The polar bear isn't well or happy unless his den is nice and cold."
+
+In the monkey house Sunny Boy was fascinated by one little black-faced
+monkey that kept running up to the top of his cage, swinging across,
+and then hanging by his tail at the other end before he dropped with a
+bang that would shake any one else's teeth loose.
+
+"Doesn't he get a headache?" asked Sunny Boy aloud.
+
+A boy who had been standing with his nose pressed against the cage
+bars, a rather shabby-looking boy with big holes in his tan stockings,
+answered without turning around.
+
+"He's been doing that for the last hour," said the boy. "I think some
+one was mean to him early this morning and he is just mad."
+
+Sunny moved closer to the other boy.
+
+"You _are_ Joe Brown, aren't you?" he asked, puzzled.
+
+The boy turned sharply, and they saw that it was Joe Brown. A shabbier
+Joe Brown than he had been on the train, and with a pinched hungry
+look on his face that went to Mrs. Horton's heart.
+
+"Did you find your aunt, Joe?" she asked kindly. "And do you like New
+York?"
+
+Joe snatched off his cap awkwardly when Mrs. Horton spoke to him, and
+he tried to stuff it into his pocket now as he shuffled his feet and
+mumbled that he liked New York pretty well. Plainly he was not
+comfortable.
+
+"Aunt Annabell moved away," he explained. "I went to the house, but
+Italians were living in it and they didn't know where she'd moved to.
+But I guess I can find her. Folks don't drop out of sight in New
+York."
+
+"But where are you staying?" said Mrs. Horton. "What do you do? Can't
+I or Mr. Horton help you, Joe? A boy alone in a great city like this
+might need a friend, you know."
+
+Joe Brown scuffled his feet uneasily.
+
+"I'm all right," he insisted.
+
+"Well, at least come and have some lunch with Sunny and me," invited
+Mrs. Horton. "Perhaps you can tell us some place to go? And then come
+up to the hotel with us this afternoon and we'll see if Mr. Horton
+can't find out something about your aunt."
+
+Joe knew of a place where lunch could be had, and he and Mrs. Horton
+and Sunny Boy were soon seated at a white-topped little table eating
+sandwiches and milk. Joe ate as though he were half-starved, and Mrs.
+Horton pretended to be hungrier than she was so that he would not be
+afraid to eat all the sandwiches he wanted.
+
+"Has Sunny seen the carrousel?" Joe demanded, when the ice-cream had
+been brought and Sunny was deep in the blissful employment of
+scooping spoonfuls out of the white mound before him.
+
+"No, I haven't," answered Sunny quickly.
+
+"Well you'll like it--it's like a big playground," explained Joe.
+"Swings, merry-go-rounds, all that kind of stuff, you know. And it's
+pretty around there, too. I'll take you if you want to see it."
+
+After they had finished lunch he did take them, and he was very good
+and patient, too, about swinging Sunny Boy and giving him rides on all
+the contrivances that make small people happy.
+
+"Let the old cat die," called Sunny Boy, as he was being swung for the
+third time.
+
+Slower and slower went the swing, and finally it stopped. Sunny Boy
+sat still, expecting Joe to come and lift him out, but no Joe came.
+Mrs. Horton was quietly reading on one of the benches. Sunny Boy
+turned his head. Where was Joe?
+
+"Looking for the boy that was swinging you?" demanded a girl in the
+next swing. "He ran off. I saw him going across the park after he gave
+you that one good push. Was he your brother? Did he get mad at you?"
+
+Sunny Boy shook his head. He got out of the swing with some difficulty
+and trotted over to his mother.
+
+"Joe Brown's gone," he announced mournfully. "Maybe he was mad 'cause
+I didn't swing him."
+
+Mrs. Horton closed her magazine.
+
+"Joe gone?" she echoed. "Oh, I'm so sorry! No, precious, I don't think
+he was hurt because you didn't swing him. I'm afraid he didn't want to
+go up to the hotel with us and see Daddy. I hate to think of a boy his
+age all alone in New York."
+
+However, Joe had gone, and they could not hope to find him. Sunny Boy
+and Mother walked a bit about the pretty rocky paths and peeped into
+one or two of the little rustic cabins they found perched in
+unexpected places, and then Mother glanced at her watch and said it
+was time to go home.
+
+"Are you tired, dear?" she asked as they started to walk to the
+nearest entrance.
+
+"I guess my feet are," confided Sunny Boy. "They trip."
+
+They saw one other thing that interested them very much before they
+left the park.
+
+"What's that mon'ment?" Sunny Boy asked suddenly, pointing to a tall
+shaft that ended in a point at the top.
+
+"That's the Egyptian obelisk," returned Mrs. Horton. "Come and look at
+it, dear. It is called 'Cleopatra's Needle,' and was brought all the
+way from Egypt. It is very, very old."
+
+"How old?" demanded Sunny Boy practically. "It looks all right,
+Mother."
+
+"Well, I've read that it was erected in Cairo, Egypt, sixteen hundred
+years before the birth of Christ," said Mrs. Horton. "So you see,
+dear, we are looking at a stone that is more than three thousand years
+old."
+
+They took a surface car down to the hotel, and Sunny Boy, who did not
+like to say he was tired, was glad to curl up in a chair and look at a
+book till Daddy and Mother were ready to go to dinner.
+
+Everyone went to bed early that night, for Mr. Horton had had a busy
+day, too, and was tired. He was not able to go about with them the
+next day, but on the following Monday he took them over to the
+Brooklyn Navy Yard and Sunny Boy actually went on board a battleship.
+The afternoon of the same day they crossed the wonderful Brooklyn
+Bridge and, getting out of the trolley car half way over, saw New York
+City from the middle of the river.
+
+"See the ferryboats!" cried Sunny Boy, peering down into the water.
+"And there are, too, horses on 'em, just like the man said. Daddy,
+when can we go on a ferryboat?"
+
+"That isn't so much to do," teased Mr. Horton. "I suppose we might go
+to-morrow. Olive, had you anything else planned?"
+
+Mrs. Horton smiled and said that she had nothing in view more
+important than the ferryboat trip, so Sunny Boy went to bed that night
+to dream of riding a horse about the roof of a ferryboat while the
+Navy Yard band played and Joe Brown kept time like the band master.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+THE FERRYBOAT RIDE
+
+
+"Let's go away up front, Daddy, right up near the gate, so's I can see
+everything," suggested Sunny Boy eagerly, as he and Mother and Daddy
+entered the Twenty-third Street ferry house.
+
+"All right. But let me get the tickets," said Mr. Horton, feeling in
+his pocket for change.
+
+Sunny Boy was so short that he walked under the turnstile instead of
+through it, and the ticket man laughed when he saw him do it.
+
+"Look out one of the sea gulls doesn't take you for a bite of
+breakfast," he called jokingly after him.
+
+"Huh," Sunny Boy said resentfully to Mother, "I'm not so little. I
+know lots of children littler than I am. Wonder what he'd say if he
+saw Lottie Saunders going through his gate."
+
+Lottie Saunders was a little friend of Sunny Boy's at home. She was
+not quite three years old.
+
+There was a crowd of people waiting to get on the ferryboat and for a
+few minutes the Hortons had to stand at the closed door while the
+people on the boat walked off. There were a great many automobiles and
+horses and wagons and trucks coming off, too, and the drivers did a
+deal of shouting.
+
+"Everybody's in a hurry," observed Sunny Boy, when the door was at
+last slid back and the crowd started to jostle its way on board.
+
+Crowds are always in a hurry, if you have noticed it. They run and
+push and scramble to get somewhere, and then, when they are there,
+they sit down and rest or stand about contentedly, quite as though
+they did not know what hurrying meant.
+
+"What do they do with the ropes?" asked Sunny Boy, as they went down
+the inclined plank and stepped on the ferryboat deck.
+
+"They're what hold the boat in the slip," explained Mr. Horton. "If we
+stay on this back deck till the boat moves, you'll see the men take
+out those great hooks and wind the ropes on those wheels. Do you want
+to see them do it?"
+
+Sunny Boy did, of course, and he waited till the gates were closed and
+the ropes loosened. Then two men, one on either side of the wharf, or
+slip, as they call the docks built for this kind of boat, gave a large
+spiked wheel one long, powerful turn, and it spun round rapidly,
+coiling up the ropes.
+
+"Now we'll go up to the front," announced Mr. Horton, "and see what
+ails that noisy little tugboat we hear."
+
+But Sunny Boy had made a discovery.
+
+"Oh, Daddy!" he shouted. "There's a top! Let's go up!"
+
+Mrs. Horton laughed.
+
+"I'm sure Sunny will be an aviator when he grows up," she declared,
+smiling at her little boy. "He always wants to get as near to the sky
+as he can."
+
+Sunny Boy was eager to climb the stairs to the second deck of the
+ferryboat, and he promised to help Mother up the stairs. So they went
+into the wide, pleasant cabin and up the broad staircase and came out
+on the sunny deck. There was a roof over it, and a cabin where people
+who did not like so much fresh air might sit, but Sunny Boy, of
+course, wanted to stand by the railing, and since it was a pleasant
+day, so did almost every one else.
+
+"See the birds!" exclaimed Mrs. Horton, to whom a ferry trip was new
+too. "What do you suppose they find to eat?"
+
+The gulls were flying gracefully above the water, sometimes coming
+close to the boat and now and then one would make a sudden dash down
+to the water, just dip his head in it and skim it with his wings, then
+soar up into the air again.
+
+"I suppose they find bits of fruit and other refuse they can eat,"
+replied Mr. Horton.
+
+"That boat is going to run into the little flat one," said Sunny Boy
+positively, pointing an excited little forefinger at a fussy little
+tugboat making straight for a lazily floating barge loaded with coal.
+
+"You watch," counseled Mr. Horton. "You can not see the rope because
+it is in the water, but that other tug up ahead is towing the barge.
+She'll have it out of the way before the other boat gets there."
+
+And the towing tug did just that, apparently without hurrying, and
+before the noisy tugboat reached the coal barge it drifted safely out
+of the way.
+
+"Now you can see where we are going in," said Mr. Horton, pointing out
+a dark opening just ahead of them.
+
+The slips were made like stalls, with piling driven down on either
+side, and beams nailed across them. As the ferryboat turned into her
+slip she bumped smartly against the sides of the slip two or three
+times. It swayed, and Sunny Boy thought that there had been an
+accident.
+
+"Oh, that often happens," his father assured them, as they stood a
+little to one side watching the people streaming off. "Sometimes, when
+it is very foggy, the boats have great difficulty in getting in, and
+sometimes an unusually high tide makes it hard for them, too."
+
+The Hortons did not get off the ferryboat, and it was not long before
+more people were crowding on the decks again.
+
+"Are they the same ones?" asked Sunny, puzzled.
+
+"My no," answered Daddy quickly. "There are large cities on this side
+of the river, and people go back and forth between New York and New
+Jersey all day long. But I thought we were taking this trip because
+you wanted to see the horses enjoying a boat ride. Don't you want to
+go downstairs and look around?"
+
+Sunny Boy said he did, and they went down.
+
+"He looks like one of Grandpa's horses," said Sunny Boy, indicating a
+bay horse attached to a light delivery wagon. "Do you suppose he likes
+to go on a boat, Mother?"
+
+"Sure he does," replied the driver, who had overheard. "He likes to go
+anywhere he doesn't have to use his own feet. That's what makes him so
+fat."
+
+Sunny Boy laughed, and a colored man driving a team of horses
+harnessed to a wagon-load of empty barrels, rolled his eyes in
+delight.
+
+"You've said it," he cackled joyously. "Dat horse sure look like he
+wished he was a automobile."
+
+As the ferryboat drew near the New York side, Sunny Boy saw the
+wonderful "sky line" which is famous all over the world--the outline
+made by the tall buildings against the sky. Even a little boy could
+appreciate the picture the tall skyscrapers made, some buildings
+white, some gray, with here and there a gleaming gold dome against the
+fleecy September clouds.
+
+"What makes the boat go?" Sunny Boy thought to ask, as the gates were
+opened and they were moving off with the crowd.
+
+"Engines and steam," answered Mr. Horton. "And turn around and you'll
+see who steered us."
+
+Sunny Boy turned and saw a white-bearded, blue-capped man in a small
+round pilot house above the deck. There was a wheel beside him which
+he turned as he wanted the boat to go.
+
+"We've been sailing on the what is its name, Daddy?" asked Sunny,
+noticing for the first time large gold lettering below the pilot house
+which he guessed to be the name of the boat.
+
+"The 'Lansdowne'," answered Mr. Horton. "And a nice old ferryboat she
+is. I don't know how you feel, Sunny, but I've had enough traveling
+for a few hours. Can't we have lunch down town, Olive?"
+
+"And not go up to the hotel?" said Mrs. Horton. "Why, I'm willing. I
+know where I want to take Sunny Boy this afternoon, if you are going
+up to Yonkers to meet that buyer from Chicago."
+
+"Where?" demanded Sunny Boy eagerly. "Where are we going, Mother?"
+
+Mrs. Horton smiled mysteriously.
+
+"Let it be a surprise," she suggested. "You're having so many good
+times, Sunny, that I'm afraid you'll find it hard to settle down and
+go to school when we are home again."
+
+"School!" That made Sunny Boy jump. But just then Daddy hailed a
+street car, which they got on, and Sunny forgot everything else.
+
+They found a clean, comfortable restaurant after a short ride on the
+street car, and Sunny Boy was quiet and good while Daddy looked over
+some papers and Mother read a letter from Aunt Bessie she had been
+carrying in her purse since breakfast time that morning.
+
+"Bessie says," Mrs. Horton announced, "that some boy threw a ball
+through the front window and she's had it fixed. And Ruth and Nelson
+Baker send their love to you, Sunny. This is a very short letter
+because Aunt Bessie wants us to try to match the sample of silk she
+encloses and she hurried the letter to catch the next mail."
+
+"I wonder if Nelson got the postal I sent him?" speculated Sunny Boy.
+"It was a picture of Central Park."
+
+"He probably received it, and you'll see it in Ruth's album when you
+get home," said Mrs. Horton. "And now, Daddy, how about going uptown?"
+
+Sunny Boy was excited, and wouldn't you be, if you were going
+somewhere you didn't know about, to see something no one had told you
+you would see? He wondered if they could be going to another
+menagerie, or if they were going shopping again.
+
+"Wait and see," was all Mrs. Horton would answer, when he teased her.
+
+They took the surface car, and after a few blocks Mr. Horton left them
+to get a train for Yonkers, which is a suburb of New York. Sunny Boy
+and his mother continued some half dozen blocks further and then left
+the car. They walked over a busy street, and suddenly Mrs. Horton
+stopped in front of a building with many entrances, and people
+crowding into them all.
+
+"I know!" shouted Sunny Boy, as he saw a red and yellow poster. "It's
+a theater!"
+
+"Yes, it is," admitted Mrs. Horton smiling. "I read in the paper last
+night that there was a children's matinee to-day, and Daddy 'phoned
+downstairs after you were asleep and bought our tickets. Can you tell
+what the play is, dear, from the pictures? See, here is a case of
+photographs."
+
+Sunny Boy plunged his hands deep into his pockets, spread his feet
+sturdily apart, and studied the pictures seriously.
+
+"There's a girl," he murmured aloud. "An' an old lady--she's a witch,
+I guess. Do I know it, Mother?"
+
+"I've read you the story," said Mrs. Horton. "Don't you remember Snow
+White and the dwarfs?"
+
+Sunny Boy remembered the story, and he would have liked to look at
+the photographs again, but Mrs. Horton thought it was time to go in
+and find their seats. An usher, a pretty girl, took them easily and
+quickly to the right row, and Sunny Boy found himself seated next to
+an elderly lady, with two children, a boy and a girl, evidently her
+grandchildren, in two seats directly in front of her.
+
+"Why don't they sit next to her?" Sunny Boy whispered, watching the
+lady standing up to smooth out the little girl's hair-ribbon.
+
+"They probably couldn't get three seats together," explained Mrs.
+Horton. "Better let me hold your hat, precious; you might drop it and
+some one would walk on it."
+
+The orchestra was playing a gay bit of music, and Sunny's feet kept
+time to it merrily. He had been to the theater once or twice at home,
+generally at Christmas time, but this was decidedly different.
+
+"I like New York," he confided to Mother.
+
+The grandmotherly lady smiled.
+
+"So you don't live here?" she asked pleasantly. "I have lived here so
+many years that no other place would seem like home. But Louise and
+David, my grandchildren, are, like you, visitors. They come from
+Georgia."
+
+Mrs. Horton leaned forward.
+
+"We're from Centronia," she volunteered, for Sunny Boy was too shy to
+do more than smile at the two children who had turned around when they
+heard their names spoken, and now grinned at him politely over the
+backs of their seats. "I don't believe Sunny Boy knows where Georgia
+is--do you, dear?"
+
+"It's down South," said the little girl. "We slept on the train. And
+David was sick. I wasn't. Grandmother said he prob'ly ate too much
+ice-cream for his supper."
+
+"Sh!" cautioned their grandmother. "The curtain's going up in a
+minute."
+
+The lights went out, the music stopped, and Sunny Boy snuggled close
+to Mother. Slowly, oh, very slowly, the big blue curtain began to roll
+up, and the play began.
+
+"Such a mean old stepmother," scolded Sunny Boy, at the end of the
+first act. "Poor little Snow White! I hope they never find out where
+she went when she ran away."
+
+The orchestra played again, and then stopped as the lights were turned
+off for the second act. Sunny Boy gave a nervous little squeak as the
+curtain rose and he saw the dwarfs in their house.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+WHEN MAKE-BELIEVE IS REAL
+
+
+The dwarfs trotted gaily about the stage and finally went off to their
+work of chopping wood in the forest, leaving Snow White singing
+happily and brushing up the hearth.
+
+"Isn't she pretty?" whispered Sunny Boy to Mother, who nodded and
+handed him the opera glasses.
+
+Sunny Boy couldn't make the glasses work very well, but he loved to
+try, and he never felt that he was really at the theater unless he
+spent some minutes trying to look through the end that brought the
+stage nearer to him. He pretended that he had seen Snow White by the
+aid of the dainty pearl-handled glasses that were a gift from Daddy
+to Mother, and gave them back.
+
+"Oh, look!" he nudged Mother sharply.
+
+A queer old beggar woman had thrust her face close to the window in
+the dwarf's house and was watching Snow White.
+
+"Sh!" whispered Mother, as Sunny Boy bounced in his seat. "You must
+keep still, dear. Don't make a noise."
+
+The play went on, and Snow White let the old beggar woman in. She was
+selling apples, and right away, if you had been in the audience, you
+would have known she wasn't a beggar woman at all, but the wicked
+stepmother, who was also a witch.
+
+"What did she say?" whispered Sunny Boy, who couldn't hear every word
+that was said on the stage.
+
+"She wants to sell Snow White an apple, and Snow White says she has no
+money," explained Mother, in a low voice so that the people sitting
+near them would not be disturbed. "Now listen, and you'll hear what
+they say next."
+
+Snow White had picked up her broom again and was going to work.
+
+"I'll give you this beautiful apple," smiled the crafty old beggar
+woman. "See, my dear, I have it for you as a gift. Isn't it
+beautiful?"
+
+She put it on the table, and went limping out of the door, pretty
+little Snow White running after her to thank her. At the window she
+stopped once, waved her hand, and vanished.
+
+Snow White picked up the apple, and admired it. It was very red, and
+large and shining.
+
+This was too much for Sunny Boy. He had kept still when Snow White let
+the witch in the door--"after the dwarfs told her not to let any one
+in the house, too," he grumbled as he watched her do it--and he had
+kept still while the witch tried to persuade her to buy an apple; but
+it was altogether too much to expect him to sit quietly there and
+watch Snow White eat that apple. Not for nothing had Harriet read him
+his book of fairy tales!
+
+Snow White shook back her curly black hair and raised the apple to her
+rosy mouth for a bite.
+
+"Don't eat it!" shouted Sunny Boy "at the top of his lungs" Harriet
+would have said. "Don't bite it! Throw it away! The witch poisoned
+it!"
+
+He stood up on the seat, waving his hands frantically, a conspicuous
+little figure in a blue and white sailor suit.
+
+How the people about him laughed! The lady sitting next to him had to
+wipe her eyes because she laughed so hard the tears came. Mother
+pulled Sunny Boy down into the seat beside her, and Snow White went on
+eating her apple, because, of course, the play had to go on.
+
+"It's only make-believe, dear," whispered Mother, smoothing Sunny
+Boy's tousled hair. "You know she won't really die."
+
+Sunny Boy smiled, a faint little smile.
+
+"I guess I forgot it wasn't real," he said sheepishly. "Anyway, the
+little girl from Georgia is crying. I guess she forgot, too."
+
+The little girl from Georgia was crying, the big tears rolling slowly
+and silently down her cheeks. Many of the children all over the house
+were crying, or if not actually crying, sniffling a bit. Snow White
+had eaten her apple and fallen asleep and the poor little brown dwarfs
+came home to find her, as they supposed, dead.
+
+But the third and last act had a happy ending. Snow White came to life
+again, and the big curtain came down and the lights flared up to show
+a houseful of happy, smiling children being buttoned into coats and
+gloves, and having their caps and hats and bonnets put on for them by
+mothers and grandmothers and aunts and big sisters.
+
+Sunny Boy walked soberly up the aisle beside his mother, thinking
+about a great many things. He thought about the dwarfs, and how he
+would like to know some to play with. He thought about the big
+theater, and wondered if it was fun to be an actor. And then he
+thought what a lot of children had come to see the play, and whether
+they all lived in New York. He put this last thought into words.
+
+"Do they all live here?" he asked Mother, who, of course, did not know
+what he had been thinking and had to have it explained to her.
+
+"No, I don't suppose they all live here," she said thoughtfully, when
+Sunny Boy had told her. "I imagine a great many of these boys and
+girls are New Yorkers and live in the houses and apartments we have
+seen in the city. Some of them, I am sure, come from the suburban
+towns to the matinee, the way the children from Glendale come in to
+Centronia when we have a good play at our theaters, you know. And some
+of these children you saw this afternoon are like a little boy I
+know--they come from other cities on their first visit to New York.
+Though not all of them stand up and shout at the stage people, I'm
+glad to say."
+
+Sunny Boy snickered.
+
+"Well, next time I won't," he promised. "Won't Daddy laugh when I tell
+him? Guess he'll think I never went to the theater."
+
+Daddy did laugh when they told him that night, after they had had
+dinner and were up in their room together. Sunny Boy had had his bath
+and, all cool and clean, was curled up in his pink pajamas in a
+blanket on Mother's bed trying to keep awake and listen to Mother and
+Daddy talk.
+
+"Right out loud in the theater!" repeated Mr. Horton, pretending to be
+shocked. "Why, Sunny Boy, you must be more careful. I don't suppose
+you stopped to think that if Snow White had taken your advice and
+thrown away the apple, the rest of the play couldn't have happened."
+
+"Yes, and suppose they had come down to you and had said you would
+have to write them a new fairy story before they could finish the
+play," teased Mrs. Horton. "What would you have done then, Sunny?"
+
+"I'd have just said I couldn't," giggled Sunny Boy, trying to turn a
+summersault on the bed.
+
+"Some one called you up about five o'clock this afternoon," said Mr.
+Horton, speaking to his wife. "It was a short time before you came in.
+She said she would call again after dinner."
+
+"I didn't know I knew any one in New York, at least any one who knew
+we were here," Mrs. Horton began, puzzled, when the telephone on the
+table rang.
+
+She went to answer it, and Sunny Boy and Daddy had a pillow fight,
+which was all the more exciting because they had to keep quiet and not
+bother Mother at the telephone. Sunny Boy grew red in the face, not
+daring to laugh aloud, and Daddy tickled him unmercifully.
+
+"There, now, do be still," said Mrs. Horton, hanging up the receiver
+and coming over to the bed where Sunny Boy and his father were rolling
+around, each apparently trying to stuff a pillow down the other's
+neck. "Harry! Sunny! Neither of you will go to sleep to-night. Sunny
+Boy and I are invited to pay a call to-morrow afternoon."
+
+"All right, let's." A flushed and triumphant Sunny Boy sat up and
+smiled blissfully at his mother. He had had "last whack" at Daddy, who
+was now busy brushing lint off his trousers.
+
+Mrs. Horton laughed.
+
+"Sunny, you're getting to be keen for going," she declared. "You don't
+seem to care where you go as long as it is somewhere. I'm anxious to
+see you in school and having a little less excitement. And look at my
+bed!"
+
+"That's all right," Mr. Horton assured her hastily. "We scoop Sunny
+Boy off so." He swung Sunny high in the air and landed him safely in
+his own little bed. "Then we pat up the pillows, so, and smooth the
+covers like this--and there you are!"
+
+"Thank you," smiled Mrs. Horton. "Who do you suppose called me up?"
+
+Mr. Horton couldn't guess, and Sunny Boy couldn't guess.
+
+"Adele Parker," announced Mrs. Horton. "We went to school together,
+but I haven't seen her since she was married. Bessie and her younger
+sister are great chums, and Bessie wrote the sister we were in New
+York. She gave our address and Adele has hunted us up. She wants me
+to come up to-morrow afternoon. They are just back from the country,
+and the house is all torn up, so we won't stay long. But I do want to
+see her."
+
+Sunny Boy dropped asleep while they were talking, and in the morning
+he and Mother went shopping again, because Daddy was to have an
+all-day conference with business men and they must amuse themselves.
+
+"I think we ought to choose a few little gifts to take to the friends
+at home," suggested Mrs. Horton, as she and Sunny Boy stepped from the
+car and went into one of the beautiful big shops. "Daddy says we won't
+be here much longer, perhaps not more than another week. Wouldn't you
+like to take something home to Nelson and Ruth?"
+
+Sunny Boy thought this would be very nice, but what should he take
+them?
+
+"Well, suppose you think about it, while I buy some things for Aunt
+Bessie and Aunt Betty Martinson and Harriet," said Mrs. Horton.
+
+Sunny Boy puzzled and puzzled, but Mother was all through her shopping
+before he could think of a single thing that Ruth and Nelson might
+like.
+
+"Could we buy 'em a spress wagon?" he asked doubtfully. "Nelson's
+always borrowing mine. Or roller skates?"
+
+"Dear me," said Mrs. Horton, "don't you think something we could pack
+in the trunk would be nicer? It needn't be a large gift, you know.
+Just something they can say came from New York. We'll go up to the toy
+department and look around."
+
+This was a different shop from the first one they had visited, and
+Sunny Boy had to see all the toys before he could settle down to
+choosing gifts for Ruth and Nelson. Finally, by Mother's advice, he
+settled on a quaint little painted music box for Ruth that played four
+different tunes, and a picture puzzle game for Nelson, who liked to
+put things together. These were sent home to the hotel so that Sunny
+Boy and Mother would not have to carry packages with them the rest of
+the day.
+
+"Now we'll go to the restaurant and have lunch," planned Mrs. Horton,
+leading the way to the elevator. "And then I want to get a box of nice
+candy to take Adele's children. I hope their mother lets them eat
+candy."
+
+"Will there be some children?" asked Sunny Boy, surprised. "That will
+be fun. Houses where I sit on a chair visiting are kind of lonesome."
+
+"I don't doubt it," agreed Mother sympathetically. "Well, you'll find
+three children to visit with this afternoon. You must have been
+asleep last night when I told Daddy. Adele Parker has two boys and a
+little girl."
+
+"Daddy calls her Mrs. Kennedy," objected Sunny Boy, following Mother
+out of the elevator into a large dining room.
+
+Mrs. Horton stopped at the door till the waitress should find them
+seats.
+
+"She is Mrs. Kennedy," Mother admitted, smiling. "I call her Adele
+Parker because that was her name when I knew her at school. She
+probably calls me Olive Andrew, because that was my name before it was
+Mrs. Horton."
+
+The waitress came up to them and beckoned.
+
+"There's a table for two over by the window," she said. "I'll see that
+some one takes your order."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+MORE SIGHTSEEING
+
+
+Sunny Boy and Mother had a pleasant lunch, Sunny Boy, as he ate his
+sandwiches and drank his milk, looking down into the street six or
+seven stories below, or out over the roofs of the city.
+
+"Now we're going to Adele's," he remarked, as Mother gathered up her
+gloves and purse.
+
+"Oh, Sunny Boy!" Mrs. Horton surveyed him half laughingly, half with
+despair. "You musn't call her Adele. Say Mrs. Kennedy. You never call
+Mother's friends by their first names, you know you don't."
+
+"Well, I don't know her," offered Sunny Boy mildly, as though that
+made a difference.
+
+They took a bus, which never lost its charm for Sunny, and after a
+rather long ride, got out at a cross street and walked until they
+reached a narrow, five-storied brick house with gay window boxes at
+every window. A maid opened the door for them and showed them into a
+pleasant, rather small room where a little girl sat at the grand
+piano, practicing.
+
+She glanced up shyly as Mrs. Horton and Sunny Boy came in.
+
+"I'm sure I know who you are," smiled Mrs. Horton. "You must be
+Alice."
+
+The little girl got up and made a pretty curtsy.
+
+"I'm Alice Kennedy," she said, smiling too. "Are you Mother's friend,
+Mrs. Horton? Is he your little boy?"
+
+Mrs. Kennedy came in as Mrs. Horton nodded, and there was a great
+showering of kisses and many questions asked and ever so many
+introductions, for two small boys followed Mrs. Kennedy in and they
+were presented as her sons, Dick and Paul.
+
+"Now you and I'll go upstairs where it is cozier," said Mrs. Kennedy,
+when every one knew every one else, "and the children shall take Sunny
+Boy up to their playroom on the top floor."
+
+"We brought a little candy," explained Mrs. Horton, giving Sunny Boy
+the box. "Are you willing to have it passed?"
+
+Mrs. Kennedy was, so each of the children had three pieces and climbed
+the stairs to the playroom chattering like old friends.
+
+"Have you been to the ac-quarium?" asked Paul, pronouncing it as if it
+were two words. He was rocking Sunny Boy on his rocking horse, which
+was as large as a small pony and had real hair in its mane and tail.
+
+"Got one at home," announced Sunny Boy contentedly. "There were ten
+goldfish but one died."
+
+"Oh, Paul means the real aquarium," explained Alice. "Down at the
+Battery, with the queerest fish you ever saw, and big tanks, and
+corals, and everything."
+
+No, Sunny Boy hadn't seen that. He was so much interested in Alice's
+descriptions that when the two mothers came up to see what they were
+doing, they found them still talking about the fish.
+
+"Hasn't Sunny Boy been down to the Battery?" asked Mrs. Kennedy. "Why,
+we must all go. How about to-morrow?"
+
+Mrs. Horton explained that she had planned to go to the Statue of
+Liberty the following day.
+
+"You can do that easily in the afternoon," said Mrs. Kennedy. "We
+might as well make a day of it. I have to get the children ready for
+school, and one day is all I can spare. Suppose we meet at the Battery
+in the morning and see the aquarium. We'll have lunch somewhere and
+take the boat right from the Battery for Bedloe's Island."
+
+So it was arranged that they should meet the next morning, and Sunny
+Boy and Mother went back to the hotel to tell Daddy all about their
+plans and to hear about his busy day.
+
+As soon as Sunny Boy and Mother entered the park at the Battery the
+following morning, the glint of water in the sun attracted him.
+
+"Why is it the Battery?" he asked. "Are there guns?"
+
+"There used to be," said Mother. "Long ago, when instead of a park,
+this end of New York was high rocks, a water battery guarded the town
+and was used a little in the Revolution. That is where the Battery
+gets its name. The aquarium is housed in the old fort."
+
+"I see Alice," cried Sunny Boy.
+
+"Yes, here they all are," said Mother.
+
+The Kennedy family came up to them, and together they walked toward
+the dingy building where the queer fish, Sunny had been told, lived.
+
+"It doesn't look much, but think who's been in it," remarked Alice.
+She went to school and liked history. "After it stopped being a fort,
+they called it Castle Garden, and three presidents of the United
+States held receptions there. 'Sides Lafayette landed there when he
+came to this country to visit. Didn't he, Mother?"
+
+"Yes," agreed Mrs. Kennedy. "But I think Sunny Boy is more interested
+just now in seeing the fish. Here we are, and please, children, don't
+all talk at once and do try to keep together."
+
+Sunny Boy stared about him in amazement. Huge glass tanks with the
+queerest fish he had ever seen swimming in them were on all sides of
+him. A sudden noise, like a harsh cough, startled him.
+
+"That's a seal," laughed Dick. "Come on over here, Sunny, and see
+them."
+
+Funny, flat heads, bright eyes and "whiskers" had the seals, and they
+made the queer coughing sound Sunny Boy had heard. He privately didn't
+think they were very pretty, and he admired the great turtles in
+another tank much more.
+
+"Let's go in back and see if we can touch the fish," he suggested to
+Dick, when they had seen all the open tanks on the floor. "I'd like to
+look out from behind there and see how it seems."
+
+Dick was puzzled, but Alice understood right away.
+
+"Those are all tanks, with just glass in front," she informed Sunny
+Boy.
+
+The round walls of the fort were set with what looked like glass
+plates, behind which great lazy fish were idly swimming. It looked as
+though one could go in back of them and see through, and perhaps touch
+the fish in the water.
+
+After they had seen all the fish in all the tanks downstairs, they
+went upstairs and looked at the fish and the corals and anemones and
+funny crabs living and growing in other glass tanks. The anemones
+looked like beautiful, vivid flowers, and Mrs. Horton and Mrs. Kennedy
+both exclaimed over their beauty.
+
+"I like the crab that walks crooked best," announced Sunny Boy, and
+Dick and Paul agreed with him.
+
+When they came out of the aquarium they walked about the picturesque
+old park a little, and then found a small place where they had lunch.
+
+"What does Sunny Boy know about the statue we're going to see?" asked
+Mrs. Kennedy, as they stepped on board the boat that was to take them
+to the Statue of Liberty that afternoon. "My children have been so
+often that it is an old story to them."
+
+"I know," cried Sunny Boy eagerly. "Donald Joyce told me. I know,
+don't I, Mother?"
+
+"Donald Joyce is a young neighbor of ours who went to war and came
+back safely," said Mrs. Horton.
+
+"An' Donald said," recited Sunny Boy, slowly and carefully because he
+did not want to forget before he had told it all, "the Statue of
+Liberty was made by a man--you say it, Mother," he broke off. "It
+begins with 'B'."
+
+"A man named Bartholdi," said Mrs. Horton smilingly.
+
+"A man named Bartholdi," repeated Sunny Boy. "He came over from France
+to see us, and he saw all the im-im-immigrants acting glad when they
+first saw the United States. So he went home and asked the French to
+give some money so's he could build us a statue. And they did. And
+Bartholdi made the statue and it's a present from France. Donald Joyce
+said the soldiers were awful glad to see it when they came home from
+France and they were glad they'd helped fight for the country that
+made the Statue of Liberty, too."
+
+"Isn't that nice?" said Alice Kennedy, with satisfaction. "I never
+heard that part about the soldiers being glad. The boat's moving,
+Sunny!"
+
+The four children hung over the rail, pulled back now and then by an
+anxious mother, during the short sail. Alice had brought some crumbs
+of bread with her, and they amused themselves by throwing these into
+the water for the gulls.
+
+"See the boats!" cried Sunny Boy, pointing to several large steamers
+plainly seen from their boat.
+
+"That's Ellis Island we're passing," explained Mrs. Kennedy. "All the
+immigrants are sent there from the ships on which they arrive. They
+see the Statue of Liberty first, Sunny, as you said."
+
+The beautiful bronze Statue of Liberty, familiar to all the boys and
+girls of our country through pictures if not by actual sight, loomed
+up before the passengers on the boat now. It was so much larger than
+Sunny Boy had expected, that he stared at it silently.
+
+"The torch isn't lit, but you can imagine how wonderful it must look
+then," said Mrs. Horton, as the boat docked and the people prepared to
+go ashore. "Just think of the millions of people who have been glad to
+catch their first glimpse of 'Miss Liberty'."
+
+"It's awful big," Sunny managed to gasp.
+
+"Guess how high it is," said Alice. "You can't? Well, it's one hundred
+and fifty-one feet high. My father told me. And that's not counting
+the thing it stands on."
+
+"Don't talk all the time, Alice," implored her mother. "Let Sunny Boy
+have time to collect his thoughts. Shall we walk around it first,
+dear, before we go in?"
+
+They walked slowly around the statue, and then went inside.
+
+"Now we'll go up," chattered Alice. "I just love going up and looking
+out over the bay when we get there."
+
+Sunny Boy planted his feet firmly on the stone floor.
+
+"I isn't going up," he announced quietly.
+
+"Why, Sunny! Why not? Don't you want to?" several voices urged him at
+once.
+
+Sunny Boy shook his head.
+
+"I'll wait for you," he said politely.
+
+"But we've been up," declared Dick and Paul. "Nobody ever comes 'way
+out to the Island and not go up. What will people say?"
+
+"You haven't seen the Statue of Liberty at all," cried Alice, greatly
+disappointed.
+
+"I'd rather not," insisted Sunny Boy.
+
+The two mothers looked at each other and laughed.
+
+"I went up with Harry years ago," said Mrs. Horton. "Of course I
+should like Sunny Boy to have the experience, but he'll come to New
+York other times I hope. Anyway, I can't agree with Alice that he
+hasn't seen the statue. He can learn the dimensions when he studies
+arithmetic."
+
+Sunny Boy wasn't quite sure in his own mind why he refused to take the
+elevator, as people all around him were doing, and go to the top of
+the statue. He only knew that he would be dreadfully unhappy if any
+one made him go.
+
+He was very quiet on the trip back, but all the children were a little
+tired from their busy day and not so inclined to be hilarious as
+earlier in the afternoon. They all said good-bye to Sunny Boy at the
+ferry, for the Kennedys took a different way from Sunny Boy and his
+mother.
+
+"We're going home in the subway," said Mrs. Kennedy, kissing Mrs.
+Horton. "It's the quickest way to travel. I think you're foolish to
+drag Sunny around on the surface cars."
+
+"I want to wait till his father can go with us," answered Mrs. Horton.
+"Your noisy old subways make me nervous, Adele."
+
+Sunny Boy, sleepily leaning against Mother's shoulder in the crowded
+street car, remembered this.
+
+"What's a subway?" he asked drowsily. "Where is it, Mother?"
+
+"You'll find out perhaps to-morrow, if Daddy isn't too busy," Mother
+assured him. "Oh, precious, see this poor old woman."
+
+Sunny Boy sat up, wide awake instantly.
+
+An old woman, bent and lame, had entered the car and stood swaying,
+trying to reach a hanger. She had a worn old shawl over her shoulders
+and carried a big basket.
+
+Sunny Boy slipped out of his place.
+
+"Here's a seat for you," he called clearly.
+
+The woman sat down heavily, mumbling her thanks, and Sunny Boy had to
+stand the rest of the way home. Not that he minded. For one thing, it
+kept him wide awake, and for another, his father always gave every
+woman his seat in a crowded car, and Sunny Boy was sure he would be
+glad to hear that Sunny Boy had done the same.
+
+"And what do we do to-morrow?" this same Daddy asked that night as he
+helped a very tired, sleepy little boy to get ready for bed. "I'm
+going to play with you and Mother all day, you know."
+
+Sunny Boy was ready with his reply.
+
+"To-morrow," he said indistinctly, in the midst of a big yawn, "we're
+going to travel quick on the subway!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+SUNNY BOY GETS LOST
+
+
+"Do you remember when you were counting up the kinds of cars you had
+ridden on?" asked Daddy, as he and Sunny Boy stood on the walk waiting
+for Mother, who had gone into a drugstore to buy some postage stamps.
+
+Sunny Boy nodded.
+
+"Well, the subway is one kind you haven't been on," said Daddy.
+
+Sunny Boy was surprised.
+
+"But it isn't cars, Daddy," he argued. "I think it is a boat."
+
+Mr. Horton laughed.
+
+"The subway isn't what you ride on," he tried to explain. "It's what
+you ride _in_. The trains go through the subway, Sunny."
+
+Mrs. Horton came out with her postage stamps just then, and the three
+walked till they came to one of the funny little houses Sunny Boy had
+seen at many street corners. Mr. Horton led the way straight down the
+steps.
+
+"Why, we're going down cellar!" exclaimed the astonished little boy,
+who followed him. "Daddy, do the trains run in the cellar?"
+
+It was clear that they did, for even before they reached the last step
+the rumble and roar of a coming train was heard. It was light and
+bright in the subway station, and Sunny Boy thought that it did not
+seem like a cellar at all.
+
+He stood as close to the edge of the platform as his father would let
+him and peered up the track. It was dark, like a tunnel, and colored
+lights winked at him from the walls.
+
+"Will the next be our train?" he asked.
+
+"We can take any that comes," answered Daddy. "This is an express
+station. See the red light coming--that is a train."
+
+A tiny red glow far in the distance grew larger and larger, and the
+roar and rumble of the train was heard. A long train of cars,
+brilliantly lighted, swept past them, such a long train that Sunny Boy
+thought at first that it was not going to stop. But it did.
+
+"Where's the engine?" he asked disappointedly, as he and Mother and
+Daddy stepped on through a center door.
+
+"There isn't any engine," replied his father. "Don't you remember the
+elevated train has no engine, either? Both kinds of trains are run by
+electricity. If Mother doesn't mind, we'll go up in the first car and
+watch from the front door."
+
+Mrs. Horton didn't mind, even though they had to walk almost the
+length of the train to reach the first car. There were plenty of
+seats in this car, and Mrs. Horton sat down to rest while Sunny Boy
+and his father stood at the door and peered through the glass panel.
+They could see the tracks stretching ahead of them, and as they
+watched the train flashed through a station without stopping.
+
+Sunny Boy was delighted.
+
+"Let's ride all day," he suggested. "Don't get off, Daddy. See the
+blue light! What's that for?"
+
+Mr. Horton didn't know. It was some sort of signal for the engineer.
+The engineer was shut away from them in a little enclosed corner space
+where it was dark and he could see the lights ahead of him plainly.
+
+When they stopped at a station, many people always got off, but
+seemingly as many crowded on.
+
+"Where are we going, Daddy?" Sunny Boy thought to ask at one of these
+stops.
+
+"A long way," Daddy assured him. "Up to Bronx Park and the Zoological
+Garden. I thought you'd like to see the animals."
+
+Sunny Boy was fond of animals, but he was sure that he would never
+again have as much fun as he was having watching the train speed along
+those dark shining rails.
+
+"You can go and sit down, if you're tired, Daddy," he told his father.
+"I can stay here alone."
+
+Mr. Horton did go back and sit down beside Mother.
+
+"I guess maybe I will sit down a minute," said Sunny Boy, after he had
+stood up for many blocks. "I'm not tired, but my feet are."
+
+Then, before his feet were rested, Daddy announced that the next
+station was theirs. They were out of the subway now, riding along in
+the open air, and he took Mother's hand.
+
+"And now," said Mr. Horton, with a smile for Sunny as they left the
+train and, after a short walk, entered the park, "let's see
+everything!"
+
+This they proceeded to do.
+
+There isn't room to tell you of the wonderful animals they saw, the
+buffaloes, the beautiful deer, so tame that they came up to the wires
+to have their noses rubbed; of the lions and tigers and panthers and
+leopards; of strange animals that Sunny Boy had never seen even in his
+book of wild animals; and of the woods where they enjoyed their lunch,
+just as if they were on a picnic. They visited the Botanical Gardens,
+too, where Mother made as much fuss over the flowers as Sunny Boy had
+over the baby deer, and where Daddy took pictures of them both to send
+to Grandpa and Grandma Horton.
+
+"We may be tired," Daddy admitted, when he looked at his watch and
+found it was time for them to go home, "but then look what we have for
+being tired!"
+
+Sunny Boy was busy thinking of all the things he had seen, and he
+forgot to be disappointed because the first car was full and he
+couldn't get near the door to look out, as he had coming up that
+morning.
+
+"We'll change at Forty-second Street," he heard Daddy say to Mother.
+"I'm afraid we stayed a little too long and will be caught in the
+rush."
+
+Mrs. Horton had a seat, but Sunny Boy and Daddy were standing.
+
+"Hang on to my coat sleeve and you'll be steady enough," Daddy advised
+his little son.
+
+"I think it would be better if he sat in his mother's lap, don't you?"
+said Mrs. Horton, smiling.
+
+"But I'm not slipping, Mother," he announced proudly. "Wouldn't you
+think I was standing without holding on to anything?"
+
+"You manage very nicely," Mrs. Horton told him. "Isn't the next stop
+ours, Harry?"
+
+It was, and Mr. Horton had to elbow a little path for them to the
+door, there were so many people trying to get in and out at the same
+time. Sunny Boy had hold of Mother's dress, and as they squeezed out
+of the car he lost his grasp.
+
+"Goodness," he scolded, "I should think folks would wait a minute.
+That man bumped right into me and never said 'excuse me.'"
+
+Sunny Boy looked ahead and saw Mother's blue dress and tan coat.
+
+"I 'spect I'd better hurry," he said aloud.
+
+He ran after the blue dress and tan coat and slipped in through a door
+just a second before the guard closed it.
+
+Then Sunny Boy made a surprising discovery.
+
+The blue dress and the tan coat were not Mother's at all! He had
+followed a strange woman!
+
+He looked all around the car and couldn't see his own mother, nor a
+sign of Daddy. Though Sunny Boy did not know it, he had crossed the
+station platform and taken an uptown train. He was riding away from
+the hotel as fast as the noisy rumbling subway train could carry him.
+
+"It's pretty crowded," said Sunny Boy to himself. "Maybe when some
+more folks get off at the next station, I can see Mother."
+
+But though people got off at the next station and the next, there was
+no Mother.
+
+Sunny Boy sat quietly. No one, looking at him, would have guessed that
+he was lost. When the crowd of people began to thin out, he followed a
+fat man with a big basket to the door and up the steps out into the
+street.
+
+It was still light enough to see clearly, and Sunny Boy knew that he
+had never been in this part of New York. There were many small shops
+on either side of the street and moving picture places with great
+glaring signs already lit.
+
+"Papers!" a boy on the corner was calling. "Papers!"
+
+As Sunny watched him, several men stepped up and bought papers and ran
+down the subway steps.
+
+Sunny felt in his pocket. There were two bright pennies there, slipped
+in by Mother, who always put money in the pocket of each new suit.
+Sunny jammed his hat more tightly on his yellow head and walked over
+to where the newsboy stood.
+
+"Want a paper?" the boy grinned at him in a friendly way. "_World?_
+Well, didn't your father say? How much you got?"
+
+Sunny Boy held out his pennies silently.
+
+The boy whipped a paper from the pack under his arm, folded it neatly
+and gave it to Sunny, taking his money as he did so.
+
+"You'd better scoot," he advised him kindly. "If your father's waiting
+for that paper he'll think you're reading it. Hurry up--get a move
+on!"
+
+Sunny Boy sat down sociably on an old soap box.
+
+"Daddy isn't waiting," he said.
+
+"Papers! Here you are, sir!" the boy made change quickly with not too
+clean hands. "Then what do you want a paper for? You can't read, can
+you?"
+
+"Well some writing I can," admitted Sunny Boy modestly. "That is, if
+it's printed. I thought maybe you'd talk to me."
+
+"Talk to you!" repeated the newsboy. "Say, kid, you ought to be home
+running errands for supper."
+
+Sunny Boy doubled a small foot under him.
+
+"I got lost," he announced casually.
+
+[Illustration: "Sunny Boy sat down sociably on an old soap box"]
+
+"In the subway. They pushed me and then I thought I saw mother and it
+was another lady."
+
+The boy glanced at him sharply.
+
+"You stringing me?" he demanded. "You do look as if you were used to
+having somebody around with you. Don't you know where you live?"
+
+"Of course I do," declared Sunny Boy quickly. "I always 'member where
+I live. It's the Macnapin Hotel."
+
+The newsboy had sold nearly all his papers now and he felt that he
+could take a little time to question this strange child who sat on the
+soap box and said he was lost.
+
+"That's a new one to me," he admitted, when Sunny Boy mentioned the
+hotel. "Is it in New York?"
+
+"My, yes!" Sunny Boy answered, surprised. "Don't you know? I know one
+of the bell-boys."
+
+"Well, how do you get to it?" demanded the newsboy.
+
+Sunny Boy didn't know.
+
+"Well, then, what's your name?" said his new friend.
+
+"Sunny Boy," came the prompt answer.
+
+The newsboy laughed.
+
+"'Sunny Boy'!" he jeered. "That's a great name to be lost with. S'pose
+your folks will put an ad in to-morrow's papers for a lost child named
+Sunny Boy?"
+
+Now by this time Sunny was very hungry and tired from his long day at
+the Park. He was worried, too, and he felt very far away from his
+daddy and mother. Two big tears gathered in his eyes and ran down his
+face.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+SUNNY BOY IS FOUND
+
+
+"Oh, I say!" the newsboy's voice changed instantly. "Don't cry, kid.
+If you say your name is Sunny Boy, all right, it is. And I'll even
+have it you live at the Macnapin Hotel, though where that is is more
+than I know. Quit crying, I tell you; you're going home along with
+me."
+
+Sunny Boy continued to stare at him, the tears slowly chasing down his
+cheeks.
+
+"I want my mother!" he sobbed forlornly.
+
+"All right, all right, I'll get her for you," promised the distracted
+older boy. "You leave it to Tim Harrity, and there won't nothing
+happen to you. Only quit crying, because folks are beginning to look
+at you. Come on. I'm through for the night."
+
+Sunny Boy slipped a hot little hand into Tim's.
+
+"Where we going?" he quavered.
+
+"Home," said Tim Harrity briefly. "When I'm sold out, I go home. You
+come along now, and don't talk because I'm trying to figure out what
+hotel you belong at."
+
+Sunny Boy trotted beside Tim, obediently silent. He was so tired that
+his feet stumbled, but he plodded on, keeping a tight clutch on his
+friend's hand.
+
+Suddenly Tim stopped short and gave a shout.
+
+"I have it!" he cried, snapping his fingers excitedly. "I'll bet what
+you're trying to say is the 'McAlpin'! Aren't you staying at the
+McAlpin Hotel?"
+
+"Why, yes," admitted Sunny Boy, surprised. "I told you so."
+
+Tim was in high good humor at his cleverness in solving the riddle,
+and he hurried Sunny Boy down the street as fast as he could go.
+Presently they came to a smaller street and turned the corner. The
+houses were very close together, and it seemed to Sunny that at least
+three people were hanging out of every window. Babies toddled all over
+the sidewalk, and in one place, where a pushcart had broken down, a
+swarm of little children quarreled over a heap of half-rotten pears.
+
+"Here we are," announced Tim, steering Sunny Boy up the rickety steps
+of a sagging brick house. "Go careful, 'cause you're not used to the
+stairs. And don't take hold of the railing--it's weak."
+
+Sunny Boy felt his way up three pairs of dark stairs behind Tim, and
+when they reached the third floor a door opened to let a flood of
+light out on them.
+
+"That you, Tim?" some one called. "You're late. I set the stew back to
+keep it hot. Glory be, and who is it you're bringing home with you?"
+
+Sunny Boy blinked. The room was hot and the glaring light blinded him.
+He was dizzily aware that a great many people stood around staring at
+him.
+
+Tim pulled his hand free.
+
+"The rest of you get back," he commanded his family sternly. "Where's
+Ma? This kid's lost, and if you don't want him crying again, keep away
+till Ma's had a chance to tell him what's what."
+
+Then from out another room stepped a large woman with a great kind red
+face. She was drying her hands on her apron, and she had evidently
+been washing, for her purple wrapper was splashed with soap-suds. But
+her voice went right to Sunny's heart.
+
+"Lost, is it?" she said tenderly. "Saints above, what a baby to be out
+alone in this city! An' his poor mother, the saints pity her she'll be
+that wild. There, there, dearie, you're all right. A bit of supper's
+what you're needin'. And then 'tis Timmie himself who shall be taking
+ye home."
+
+She gathered Sunny Boy into her capacious lap and crooned over him in
+the deep rich voice that her own six children knew and loved without
+realizing its charm.
+
+"'Tis a cruel city to the babies," she sighed, smoothing Sunny Boy's
+hair with a touch as gentle as that of his own mother's. "But your
+poor mother--the saints help her. Timmie, ye must not be waiting a
+minute. Come, Theresa, give him a sup of stew. We must be taking him
+home before the heart of the mother is broke entirely."
+
+Tim, who had been noisily washing at the sink, was frowning into the
+cracked mirror above it as he tried to part his hair exactly in the
+center.
+
+"I want to telephone first," he explained. "He's after giving me such
+a crazy name--Sunny Boy, I've doped it out that he belongs at the
+McAlpin Hotel, but there's no reason why I should make a fool of
+myself by taking him 'way down there and then being told that no child
+is lost from there."
+
+A pretty, dark-haired girl, Sunny Boy called her a young lady in his
+mind, was stirring something at the stove. She wore a pink blouse and
+was smiling.
+
+"I'll bring him some stew over there, Ma," she suggested. "The
+children have mussed up the table pretty well, and they'd take his
+appetite away with their eyes. Can't you stand back a bit?" she
+demanded of the four children, three little boys and a girl, who stood
+in a ring about Sunny Boy and their mother, gazing fixedly at the
+stranger.
+
+"I'll eat first, I guess," decided Timmie. "I didn't get me a crumb of
+lunch, and after I've told his folks he's safe they'll be wanting to
+see him the next minute. Just give me a taste of the stew on some
+bread, Theresa."
+
+Theresa had already taken her mother a plate for Sunny, and now she
+gave her brother his supper. The stew was hot and really delicious,
+and Sunny Boy was sure he had never tasted anything so good. Mrs.
+Harrity held the plate for him and patted him now and then as he ate.
+The Harrity children edged nearer and nearer, till a frown from their
+mother drove them back.
+
+"Going now," announced Tim, seizing his cap.
+
+He slammed the door with such force that the plates on the table
+rattled, but no one seemed to mind it. They could hear him cheerfully
+whistling as he clattered downstairs.
+
+Theresa put some water on to heat for the dishes, and came over near
+her mother and Sunny Boy. She took the little girl on her lap.
+
+"Timmie will help you all right," she assured Sunny Boy, nodding and
+smiling at him encouragingly. "Tim's a great lad for seeing things
+through. How did he come to find you?"
+
+Sunny Boy explained.
+
+"Well, well," said Mrs. Harrity. "If you're not used to it, the
+subway's built for confusin' ye. But Marty there, he's seven next
+birthday, he can get about as well as the next one."
+
+Marty grinned and wriggled uneasily.
+
+"I'm five," said Sunny Boy conversationally.
+
+"Five now, well, well," repeated Mrs. Harrity. "Rose over there is
+five. Jim's eight and Thomas, he that's licking the gravy spoon, is
+nine. An' a fine, noisy bunch they do be. The kettle is boilin',
+Theresa."
+
+Theresa put her little sister down, and rolling back the sleeves of
+her pink waist, began to gather up the dishes. Thomas had to be made
+to give up the gravy spoon, which he was apparently enjoying very
+much.
+
+Theresa had just poured the water over the dishes in the pan and was
+folding up the tablecloth, when the noise of some one falling upstairs
+startled them.
+
+"That's Timmie," declared Mrs. Harrity excitedly. "The boy's in such a
+hurry to tell his news he can't wait to walk. He'll be prayin' for
+wings. Open the door, Marty."
+
+Tim dashed in, so out of breath that for several seconds he couldn't
+tell them the news. When he could speak, he fairly danced up and down,
+snapping his fingers at Sunny Boy to emphasize his words.
+
+"It's all right!" he gasped. "I found 'em, Ma. They want me to bring
+Sunny Boy right down. They were just going to the police--seems they
+spent an hour or two riding up an' down in the subway looking for him
+and asking all the guards."
+
+The Harritys had all gathered in a circle again.
+
+"Let the kid breathe," protested Tim. "Say, Ma, I had a great time
+getting 'em. I called the hotel, and the switchboard operator thought
+I was stringing her. I knew that 'Sunny Boy' was a fool name to tell
+anybody, but when she got fresh I made her give me the clerk.
+
+"'Has anybody down there lost a child?' I asks. 'There's a boy at my
+house says his name's Sunny Boy and he's lost.'"
+
+"'Well, find out the rest of his name,' snaps the clerk. And say,
+young feller," Tim pretended to glare at Sunny Boy, "next time you get
+lost you want to have a name folks can get quicker than the one you're
+wearing now."
+
+"Hurry up," urged Theresa impatiently. "Did you find his mother?"
+
+"I'm hurrying," retorted Tim. "Leave a feller alone, can't you? I
+heard the clerk say to some one. 'Here's a nut says he has a lost
+child; you don't know anything about it, do you?'"
+
+"I couldn't hear what the other one said, and then, all of a sudden,
+some one shouts. 'For the love of Pete, hold that wire! Are you dumb?
+The Hortons lost their kid in the subway coming down this afternoon.'"
+
+"Then what happened?" asked Theresa.
+
+"Nothing much," answered Tim, who like some other story tellers always
+stopped short when the story got exciting. "The clerk told me to hold
+the call, and I heard him ordering the girl to put me on another wire.
+A man answered, an' he didn't give me time to say more than 'Sunny
+Boy' when he sang out; 'All right, Mother, the boy's been found.' Then
+I told him where we were, and he says should he send a taxi, but I
+told him the subway'd make better time. We can take an express. And
+that's about all, I guess."
+
+"Well you must be hurrying off," said Mrs. Harrity. "Let me polish his
+face a bit, so they won't think he's been neglected entirely, an' then
+the two of yese must be goin'. 'Tis glad I am that his mother won't
+have to live through a night wondering if harm's come to him."
+
+Mrs. Harrity washed Sunny Boy's face and hands carefully and brushed
+his hair with a brush that was probably the family hairbrush and
+certainly showed signs of much use. She kissed him heartily when he
+was ready, and he put his arms about her neck and hugged her.
+
+"Hurry up," urged Tim, pulling him toward the door. "Cut the good-byes
+short, for I can't be accused of wasting time on this trip."
+
+"Tim," whispered Theresa, "Timmie, you sure you have enough?"
+
+Tim rattled the change in his pockets by way of answer.
+
+"Plenty," he said proudly. "I wasn't after giving Ma any to-night.
+When I come back I'll fix it up with her. We're off now--watch your
+step."
+
+The whole Harrity family stood at the top of the stairs and watched
+them go down.
+
+"Good-bye!" cried the children, losing their shyness as Sunny Boy went
+further away. "Good-bye, Sunny Boy!"
+
+Sunny Boy waved his hand. Tim was hurrying him down so fast that he
+was in danger of tripping if he turned. At the very foot of the stairs
+he stopped and looked up. Mrs. Harrity was leaning over the railing.
+
+"A blessin' on ye, darlin'," she called. "Good-bye."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII
+
+HELPING THE HARRITYS
+
+
+"Now you hang on to me," commanded Tim, as he and Sunny Boy went down
+the subway steps into the warm, moist air of the station. "I don't aim
+to lose you changing, and we have to change, 'cause this ain't an
+express station."
+
+Sunny Boy obediently "hung on to" Tim, keeping so close beside him
+that several times it was inconvenient, as when people tried to get
+past them at the door of the car. The train was crowded, and the two
+boys had to stand.
+
+"We change here," warned Tim, when they reached the express station.
+"Look sharp!"
+
+Sunny Boy breathed a sigh of relief when they were safely on the
+express train; he didn't trust himself to change cars.
+
+"You look kind of beat out," commented Tim, eyeing his charge
+critically when they were near their last stop. "I s'pose you've done
+more going to-day than you're used to. Never mind, we're most there
+now.
+
+"I wonder," Tim said, when they reached the entrance of the McAlpin
+Hotel a few minutes later, "will I have to go in and let that bunch
+look me over? I didn't bring my dress suit, and I ain't exactly crazy
+about giving 'em something to stare at."
+
+Sunny Boy's little heart understood. Tim was ashamed of his shabby
+clothes, and he knew that the bright lights would make his worn coat
+reveal every spot and hole.
+
+"Mother won't care," Sunny assured him. "Come on, Tim, I'll show you."
+
+So it was Sunny Boy who pulled Tim into the foyer, and even then Tim
+would have backed out if, almost the instant they entered the door,
+some one had not come running to them.
+
+"Oh, my baby!" cried Sunny Boy's mother, gathering him up and hugging
+him.
+
+Tim felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up to find Sunny Boy's
+father smiling down at him.
+
+"You look as if you might cut and run," said Mr. Horton cheerfully.
+"And you and I must have a little talk first. Olive, here's the chap
+who found Sunny Boy."
+
+Mrs. Horton, still holding Sunny Boy in her arms, smiled with wet dark
+eyes at Tim.
+
+"She certainly was pretty," said Tim afterward to his mother. "Tall as
+Theresa, and young and dressed up nice and all. But she shook hands
+with me just as if I was a friend of hers. I guess all mothers are
+nice and friendly."
+
+By this time a little crowd had gathered about the Hortons, for many
+of the guests at the hotel had heard that Sunny Boy was lost and they
+wanted to tell his father and mother how glad they were that he was
+safely found. Tim began to get decidedly restless.
+
+"I got to go," he whispered to Mr. Horton. "Ma won't know what's
+keeping me. 'Sides I have to be up at five in the morning to cover my
+paper route."
+
+"Olive," said Mr. Horton to his wife, "suppose you take the boy up. I
+want to have a little talk with Tim" (for Sunny of course had told
+them his name) "and we're going into the grill room where there won't
+be so many people. I guess we can have a bite to eat if we have had
+supper."
+
+"And we had Welsh rabbit and coffee," Tim recounted to his admiring
+family later that night. "The grill room's just a restaurant. I'll bet
+that waiter didn't want me coming in there looking like a tramp, but
+Mr. Horton never let on I looked any different from the rest of 'em."
+
+Sunny Boy and his mother went up in the elevator, and after they were
+in their room, while she undressed him, "for," she said, "I'm so glad
+to have my baby back I must undress him and put him to bed just as I
+used to when he was really a baby," he told her about the Harritys and
+how he had met Tim.
+
+"We rode up and down in the subway, hunting for you," explained Mrs.
+Horton. "Daddy asked every guard, and I even asked the ticket sellers
+if they had seen a little boy in a blue suit. Then we thought you
+might have remembered the name of the hotel, and we hurried back here
+in case you should manage to get here before we did."
+
+"Did you cry?" asked Sunny Boy, patting her cheek, as he lay in her
+lap.
+
+"Yes, I did," admitted Mother softly. "Poor Daddy had a hard time of
+it. But, darling, we won't talk of it any more--you're all right and
+Mother is very happy. I'll lie down beside you here on the bed till
+you go to sleep." And going to sleep did not take long.
+
+"Where's Tim?" asked Sunny Boy when he woke up the next morning.
+
+He had slept later than usual, after his exciting day, and Mother was
+up and dressed and sewing fresh ruffles in her coat over by the
+window. Daddy was not in the room.
+
+"Good morning, precious," Mrs. Horton greeted him. "You've had a fine
+long sleep. Daddy has been gone an hour--he had a telephone call
+before breakfast."
+
+"Did Tim stay all night? Is he here now?" asked Sunny Boy, slipping
+out of bed and beginning to hunt for his socks and shoes. "Do I have
+to take a bath, Mother?"
+
+"Yes indeed you do," said Mother. "We are going down town, you and I,
+on a very important shopping trip, and I want you to be as clean and
+as fresh as a rose when we start. And if you hurry, I'll tell you
+about Tim while you are eating your breakfast."
+
+Sunny Boy hurried, and in less than half an hour he was sitting at the
+table in the big dining room eating breakfast with Mother, who had
+waited for him.
+
+"Tell me about Tim," begged Sunny Boy when the waiter had brought him
+his orange and asked him how he felt; the waiter knew he had been
+lost.
+
+"Well, Daddy had a long talk with Tim last night," said Mrs. Horton.
+"We wanted to reward him in some way for his kindness to you and his
+good sense in going about to find where you lived. But Tim wouldn't
+take any money. He said his mother wouldn't let him."
+
+"Then can't Daddy 'ward him?" asked Sunny Boy disappointedly.
+
+"Listen," said Mrs. Horton. "Daddy got Tim to tell about his family.
+His mother is a widow with six children, and, dear, she takes in
+washing. She was washing last night when you were there, clothes for
+her own children, after having done two big washes at other houses
+that day. Theresa, who is sixteen, works in a department store, and
+Tim sells papers before and after school, and sometimes, I am afraid,
+when he plays hooky. He can't leave school till he is at least
+fourteen and he is only thirteen now. Of course the other children are
+too young to help."
+
+"Theresa can cook," announced Sunny Boy. "She made stew."
+
+"Theresa does most everything," returned his mother. "But what she
+wants to do is to be a dressmaker. And Daddy has prevailed on Tim to
+let him send her to a trade school where she can learn to sew. After
+she has graduated, if she wishes, she can pay him back the money.
+Daddy had to arrange it that way because the Harritys are proud and
+independent."
+
+"And Tim?" urged Sunny Boy, forgetting to eat his egg.
+
+"Oh, Tim is to go to school, too," said Mrs. Horton. "Daddy knows a
+man who has a school for boys like Tim where they can work and pay for
+their education, and if Tim can have three or four years there he will
+be able to help his mother much more than if he got 'working papers'
+at fourteen and left school."
+
+"Why didn't he go there before?" demanded Sunny Boy. "If he can pay
+for it himself, he wouldn't be too poor, would he, Mother?"
+
+"Well, you see, he didn't know about this school," said Mrs. Horton.
+"And then you must remember that he has been helping his mother. Even
+the little he earned was sorely needed by Mrs. Harrity. So Daddy had
+to plan for her, too."
+
+"So she won't have to wash?" suggested Sunny Boy eagerly.
+
+"So she won't have to wash," assented Mrs. Horton. "She is to have an
+apartment rent-free in exchange for janitor work. A man does the
+heavier work and has four or five apartment houses to take care of,
+but they want some one to clean the halls, and so on. Tim said it was
+what his mother often planned. And then she wants to take in a boarder
+or two. I told Daddy I didn't see that she was having it any easier,
+but at least she will have a warm, comfortable home this winter. And
+Daddy is going to keep an eye on them this winter through New York
+friends. She must be willing to let us help her till her children are
+old enough."
+
+Sunny Boy finished his breakfast rather soberly. He was learning that
+all little boys didn't have the many nice things he had. Marty and
+Thomas, for instance, had they had the kind of breakfast he had just
+had?
+
+"And we're going shopping," Mother reminded him, as she led the way
+out of the dining room. Perhaps she guessed what he was thinking. "You
+see, Daddy did all this for you and for me, but we want to give the
+Harritys something, don't we?"
+
+"Oh, yes!" Sunny Boy was all smiles. "Let's, Mother! But what shall we
+buy?"
+
+"I thought I'd send something nice to Mrs. Harrity and Theresa, and
+you would choose something for each of the children," explained Mrs.
+Horton. "We'll go right out now and see what we can find."
+
+When they reached the corner Mrs. Horton was confused for a moment.
+She couldn't remember whether to turn up or down to get to the
+particular shop she wanted.
+
+"I'll find out," said Sunny Boy.
+
+Before she could stop him, he had dashed out into the middle of the
+street and was speaking to the tall policeman who directed traffic
+from the center of the street. He was so tall that he had to bend down
+to hear what Sunny Boy was saying.
+
+Mrs. Horton, on the curb, saw him laugh, then point up the street and,
+as Sunny Boy started back to her, the policeman blew his whistle and
+stopped the traffic till Sunny Boy was safely across.
+
+"What made you do that?" demanded Mrs. Horton. "It's never safe to run
+out into the street like that. I didn't know you were even going."
+
+"Daddy and I know that p'liceman," said Sunny Boy calmly. "He s'lutes
+us--sometimes. I asked him which way to go, and he showed me. That's
+why they stand in the middle of the street, Mother; to show people
+where to go."
+
+"What did you say that made him laugh?" Mrs. Horton asked, as she and
+Sunny Boy started to walk in the direction the policeman had pointed.
+"You were so little, Sunny, and he was so tall, I don't see how you
+ever heard each other."
+
+Sunny Boy was puzzled for a minute.
+
+"Did he laugh?" he said. "Oh, yes, I 'member. I asked him please not
+to step on me. His feet are pretty big when you're close to him."
+
+"And here is the store," smiled Mrs. Horton. "Your policeman knew
+where we wanted to go, didn't he? Begin now and think what you would
+want most if you were Tim Harrity."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV
+
+JOE BROWN GOES BACK
+
+
+Sunny Boy thought about what Tim would like all the while Mrs. Horton
+was buying things for Mrs. Harrity. He wondered, too, why she bought
+such queer articles--sheets and towels and pillow cases.
+
+"Because, precious," she explained when he asked her, "I know Mrs.
+Harrity will want to have things clean and comfortable in the new
+home. And she can not have two or three boarders unless she has bed
+and table linen. You're not a housekeeper, but she and I understand.
+And for her very own present, something just for her own use, I'm
+going to send her this pretty gray bathrobe and slippers."
+
+"And Theresa?" said Sunny Boy, forgetting Tim for the moment.
+
+"Theresa shall have regular shoes and stockings and also a pair of
+silk stockings and slippers to match," announced Mrs. Horton. "I know
+what it is to be poor and young and pretty and not have the right
+things to wear to a party. She can bring the slippers back if they're
+not the right size."
+
+"How can she go to parties if they're poor?" questioned Sunny Boy
+curiously.
+
+"Oh, poor people often have the best parties," said his mother. "They
+always manage to have a good time. And Theresa is going to school, you
+know, and there will be little affairs now and then to which she'll
+want to go. Anyway, Son, girls like to have pretty clothes if only to
+look at."
+
+Sunny Boy didn't know much about girls' clothes, but he liked his
+mother's pretty dresses. He thought it was nice if Theresa could have
+some, too.
+
+"I've thought ever so hard," he complained, "but I can't think of a
+thing to send Tim."
+
+"Let me put on my thinking cap," mused Mrs. Horton. "Tim is thirteen,
+isn't he? Daddy will see that he has a new suit for school, but
+wouldn't you like to send him hockey skates? Boys with fathers and
+mothers and good homes have those things, but I'm sure Tim hasn't; he
+hasn't even had time to play very much. We'll get him skates, and then
+he can try for the hockey team at school."
+
+Sunny Boy thought this a fine selection, and he and Mother went
+upstairs and chose a pair of skates.
+
+"Now there's only Marty and Thomas and Rose and Jim," declared Sunny
+Boy, when the skates had been ordered and paid for.
+
+Mrs. Horton laughed.
+
+"I should say that was a great many," she said. "I don't see how you
+remember their names. Well, now let's see--Rose must have a new doll
+and a couple of pretty dresses I think; and for the boys suppose we
+say good warm school gloves and sweaters and a game apiece, so they
+won't think you and I choose too useful gifts?"
+
+The gloves and sweaters were bought, and then Sunny Boy picked out
+three games he thought the boys would like and helped Mother decide
+about a doll for Rose and a pink dress and a blue one. Then they were
+through for the morning.
+
+"We'll go back to the hotel for lunch," decided Mrs. Horton. "Daddy
+may come in. And I must write a note to Harriet this afternoon."
+
+Mr. Horton was waiting for them, and he had great news.
+
+"How would you like to go home day after to-morrow?" he asked.
+
+"Home?" repeated Mrs. Horton. "Why, Harry!"
+
+"Haven't you seen enough of New York?" Mr. Horton asked Sunny Boy,
+tilting up his chin.
+
+"We-ll," hesitated Sunny, "I guess so. But I did want to see the
+stuffed birds."
+
+"Stuffed birds?" echoed his father.
+
+"I promised to take him over to the Museum of Natural History," Mrs.
+Horton explained. "But of course, Daddy, if you are ready to go, we
+are."
+
+"Well, I'm through a week earlier than I expected," said Mr. Horton.
+"And if you can be ready by Friday, there's no reason why we should
+stay longer."
+
+"I'm anxious to get Sunny Boy started in school," answered Mrs. Horton
+thoughtfully. "We'll wire Bessie to have Harriet open the house, and I
+have very little packing to do. Yes, we'll be ready easily by Friday."
+
+Mr. Horton was consulting a time table.
+
+"I'd like to go down to the station this afternoon," he said, "and
+see about reservations. The hotel will do it, of course, but I like to
+attend to such matters myself. Suppose you and Sunny Boy go with me
+and then go on to the Museum."
+
+So after lunch Sunny Boy and his mother went over to the big
+Pennsylvania Station with Daddy and waited for him to get their
+tickets for Centronia.
+
+"It's the biggest place," observed Sunny Boy. "And such lots and lots
+of people!"
+
+"I dare say we could stand here all day, or a week for that matter,
+and never see a soul we knew," returned Mrs. Horton.
+
+"Why Mother!" Sunny Boy almost shouted in his excitement, "there's
+somebody we know this minute--over there by that window. It's Joe
+Brown!"
+
+"We'll go over and speak to him," said Mrs. Horton.
+
+As they came up to the window they heard the ticket agent speaking to
+the boy.
+
+"Seven sixty-five, one way to Centronia," said the agent.
+
+"But I don't want a parlor car seat or nothing," protested Joe Brown.
+
+"That doesn't count in a Pullman," retorted the agent. "Seven
+sixty-five one way, I tell you."
+
+Joe Brown shuffled his shabby feet uneasily.
+
+"How--how--how little do you have to be to get half-fare?" he blurted.
+
+"A sight smaller than you are," snapped the agent. "Do you want a
+ticket or not?"
+
+Joe Brown looked at the crumpled wad of dirty bills and loose change
+in his hand.
+
+"I guess I won't take it just now," he mumbled, and turned away.
+
+"Hello, Joe!" Sunny Boy pounced upon him gleefully, having waited till
+this minute only because his mother had held him back. "How are you?"
+
+"Pretty well, thank you," answered Joe politely, flushing a little.
+
+"Joe, do you want to go home?" asked Mrs. Horton gravely. "I overheard
+you talking with the ticket agent. Haven't you enough money?"
+
+Joe Brown looked at her quickly, then away again.
+
+"I would kinda like to go home," he admitted.
+
+"Oh, Joe!" Mrs. Horton cried half impatiently, half laughing. "Come
+over here and sit down a minute. Now tell me truly. Did you run away,
+and do you want to go back?"
+
+Joe sat down on one side of her, and Sunny Boy scrambled into the seat
+on the other side. He leaned over her shoulder to listen.
+
+"Well, yes, I did run away," confessed Joe humbly. "That is, I meant
+to go see my Aunt Annabell, and write the folks from her house. But
+she had moved, honest she had; I couldn't locate her nowhere. And then
+I thought I'd get me a job and wear new clothes home. But New York
+isn't such an easy place to get along in. These don't look much like
+new clothes."
+
+Mrs. Horton glanced at the shabby suit.
+
+"But your mother, Joe?" she urged. "Haven't you written to her?"
+
+"I sent her postals telling her not to worry," answered Joe.
+
+"And now you want to go home?" asked Mrs. Horton.
+
+Sunny Boy, watching the careless, slouching Joe, was surprised to see
+great tears come into his eyes suddenly. He tried to wipe them away
+with his coat sleeve.
+
+"I want to go home!" he choked. "It's been an awful long time, and I'm
+so lonesome--and there's my mother!"
+
+Sunny Boy's mother tucked a clean little white handkerchief into Joe's
+hand.
+
+"Don't cry," she said kindly. "We'll see that you get home. Here comes
+Mr. Horton. He'll make it all right."
+
+When Mr. Horton heard that Joe wanted to go home, he said it was the
+"easiest thing in the world."
+
+"I'll get your ticket and see you on the train," he promised. "There's
+a local leaving in half an hour. You'll be in Centronia by eight
+o'clock to-night."
+
+"But I haven't enough money," faltered Joe.
+
+"I'll lend it to you," said Mr. Horton, just as he would speak to a
+business friend. "Then next week you come down to the office and we'll
+talk things over. How will that do?"
+
+Joe said he guessed it was all right, and while he and Mr. Horton went
+off to buy the ticket, Mrs. Horton and Sunny Boy bought a bag of fruit
+and sandwiches for Joe to have on the train.
+
+"He looks half starved," commented Mrs. Horton. "Won't his mother
+enjoy getting him a good meal!"
+
+"When you going home?" Joe Brown asked, as they walked with him to the
+train gate. "Wish it was now."
+
+"We're coming to-morrow," said Mrs. Horton, "Say good-bye to Joe,
+precious. He'll be home before you are."
+
+Joe shook hands awkwardly with Sunny Boy and then with Mr. and Mrs.
+Horton.
+
+"I sure am obliged to you," he said shyly.
+
+They watched him pass through the gate and down the platform, and saw
+a brakeman point to the train he was to board. At the steps Joe turned
+again, and waved to them.
+
+"I'm glad he's out of New York," declared Mr. Horton. "This city is no
+place for a friendless boy. And now you and Sunny Boy go on up to the
+Museum, and I'll see you at dinner."
+
+Sunny Boy enjoyed another ride on top of his beloved bus, and then he
+and Mother spent a couple of busy and happy hours looking at the
+wonderful exhibits in the Museum of Natural History.
+
+"Jack said to see the birds," Sunny insisted, for Jack, the bell-boy
+at the hotel, had his own ideas as to what was worth seeing in New
+York.
+
+After the birds came the Eskimo cases, and after them, those given
+over to the American Indians. And then, quite by accident, Sunny Boy
+and his mother came to the exhibits of the marvelous gigantic
+creatures that were the animals of this world centuries ago.
+
+"My goodness!" gasped Sunny Boy, startled, when he caught his first
+glimpse of a creature labeled with a long name that he couldn't hope
+to read. "What's that, Mother?"
+
+"That's the way the animals used to look," said Mrs. Horton smiling.
+"You'd be surprised, wouldn't you, if when you went to take a walk
+some morning you saw this great thing coming over the field toward
+you?"
+
+"I wouldn't want to see him," said Sunny Boy decidedly. "Are there
+more of 'em? Hurry up, Mother, and let's see this one in the corner."
+
+"Now don't dream about any of them," said Mrs. Horton jokingly, as
+they went down the Museum steps.
+
+"Course not," answered Sunny Boy stoutly. "I never dream--hardly any,
+I mean. And we're going home to-morrow, aren't we?"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV
+
+HOME AGAIN
+
+
+The next morning Mrs. Horton did their packing and the trunk was sent
+early to the station. Sunny Boy was just as excited at the prospect of
+going home as he had been at the idea of the trip to New York.
+
+"But what will you do all the time at home?" teased Jack the bell-boy,
+when Sunny Boy went to say good-bye to him.
+
+"Oh, I'm going to school," announced Sunny Boy proudly. "All the
+children that I know go. Harriet's going to take me till I get used to
+it, and then Mother says p'haps I can go by myself."
+
+"Would you like to live here?" Sunny Boy asked Mother, when they had
+found their comfortable seats in the train and it was almost time for
+it to start.
+
+"Live in New York?" echoed Mrs. Horton thoughtfully. "No, I think not,
+precious. Though we have had a good time, haven't we?"
+
+Sunny Boy nodded his head.
+
+"I wouldn't like to live here all the time, either," he confided. "I'd
+rather live in our house."
+
+The train ride was uneventful, and as they had taken an express, they
+were in Centronia by early afternoon. Aunt Bessie met them at the
+station.
+
+"Well, well, honey-bunch," she greeted her nephew, hugging him, "I
+surely have missed you. What do you think of New York?"
+
+"All right," said Sunny Boy, wriggling out of her arms. "Did the
+children get the post cards I sent them?"
+
+"I think they did," admitted Aunt Bessie gravely. "Ruth Baker talks a
+great deal about her post-card album, I know. What is this I hear
+about you going to school?"
+
+Aunt Bessie and Sunny Boy were seated in the tonneau of Mr. Horton's
+car which Aunt Bessie had driven down to meet him. Mrs. Horton was
+sitting in the front seat with Mr. Horton who was driving.
+
+"I'm going to school!" beamed Sunny Boy. "Did Mother tell you? And
+then I can write in ink."
+
+"That will be fine," said Aunt Bessie. "Here's the house, though, and
+there's Harriet standing on the step."
+
+"Harriet! Harriet! I've come home," yelled Sunny Boy. "And I brought
+you something! Mother has it in the trunk!"
+
+Harriet came down as the car drew up at the curb and tried to shake
+hands with Mrs. Horton, carry a suitcase for Mr. Horton and hug Sunny
+Boy all at once.
+
+"Did you miss me?" demanded Sunny Boy, following her upstairs.
+
+"Miss you? Well, I should say so!" declared Harriet, kissing him
+again. "Haven't I been up and dusted all your toys every time I came
+over to see that the house was all right? You'll find them all sitting
+up there in the playroom waiting for you."
+
+Sunny Boy was very glad to be at home, and after he had inspected his
+toys he went out into the back yard and whistled for Ruth and Nelson.
+Ruth was not at home, but Nelson answered and had a hundred questions
+to ask about New York.
+
+"Say, you remember the boy that took your new hat?" he suddenly
+reminded Sunny Boy. "Well, I know him. He lives back over in Oak Lane,
+near where Molly lives."
+
+Molly was the colored woman who did Mrs. Baker's washing.
+
+"Let's go over and get it from him," suggested Nelson. "He won't dare
+say a word. I'll tell Molly if he does and she'll tell his mother."
+
+Sunny Boy thought it would be nice to have the hat back, so he said he
+would go with Nelson. After a short walk the boys reached the section
+where the colored people lived and turned down a street where Nelson
+said he had seen the colored boy who had taken Sunny's hat.
+
+"There he is now!" shouted Nelson, pointing to a boy sitting on the
+curbstone.
+
+The boy heard him, looked up and started to run. Sunny Boy and Nelson
+ran pell-mell after him. As the colored boy dodged round a truck in
+the street the hat fell off.
+
+"Told you we'd get it!" boasted Nelson, picking it up and holding it
+triumphantly out to Sunny Boy. "That's the very one, isn't it?"
+
+They carried it home, and Sunny Boy went to find Harriet.
+
+"Got my hat, Harriet," he announced soberly. "Nelson helped me chase
+the boy that stole it. It fell off."
+
+"Well, you don't seem very joyful over it," commented Harriet. "Where
+is it?"
+
+Sunny Boy held out the hat silently.
+
+It was spotted, and the brim was crushed, the ribbon band was slashed
+in several places, and the crown was hopelessly faded from the sun.
+
+"He had it on," explained Sunny Boy. "Somehow, I don't feel much like
+wearing it any more."
+
+Harriet pulled Sunny Boy down into her lap.
+
+"For a lost hat, I'd consider that one still lost," she told him,
+laughing. "That boy must have been wearing it rather steady. Don't you
+care, Sunny, it isn't as if you needed it."
+
+"No, 'tisn't as if I needed it," agreed Sunny Boy, picking up the
+dilapidated hat and going off to show it to his mother. "I have my
+new one. Only it's not new any more. But it looks better than this
+one, I think, a whole lot."
+
+So, like the cat, his hat came back. And now if you want to read what
+happened to Sunny Boy next and what a busy time the next few weeks
+were for him, you will have to read the book about him called "SUNNY
+BOY IN SCHOOL AND OUT."
+
+
+THE END
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THE SUNNY BOY SERIES
+
+By Ramy Allison White
+
+[Illustration: SUNNY BOY ON THE OCEAN
+RAMY ALLISON WHITE]
+
+Children, meet Sunny Boy, a little fellow with big eyes and an
+inquiring disposition, who finds the world a large and wonderful thing
+indeed. And somehow there is lots going on, when Sunny Boy is around.
+Perhaps he helps push! In the first book of this new series he has the
+finest time ever, with his Grandpa out in the country. He learns a lot
+and he helps a lot, in his small way. Then he has a glorious visit to
+the seashore, but this is in the next story. And there are still more
+adventures in other books. You will like Sunny Boy.
+
+1.  SUNNY BOY IN THE COUNTRY
+2.  SUNNY BOY AT THE SEASHORE
+3.  SUNNY BOY IN THE BIG CITY
+4.  SUNNY BOY IN SCHOOL AND OUT
+5.  SUNNY BOY AND HIS PLAYMATES
+6.  SUNNY BOY AND HIS GAMES
+7.  SUNNY BOY IN THE FAR WEST
+8.  SUNNY BOY ON THE OCEAN
+9.  SUNNY BOY WITH THE CIRCUS
+10. SUNNY BOY AND HIS BIG DOG
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+GOOD STORIES FOR CHILDREN
+
+(From four to nine years old)
+
+
+THE KNEETIME ANIMAL STORIES
+
+By RICHARD BARNUM
+
+[Illustration: SQUINTY THE COMICAL PIG]
+
+In all nursery literature animals have played a conspicuous part; and
+the reason is obvious, for nothing entertains a child more than the
+antics of an animal. These stories abound in amusing incidents such as
+children adore, and the characters are so full of life, so appealing
+to a child's imagination, that none will be satisfied until they have
+met all of their favorites--Squinty, Slicko, Mappo, and the rest.
+
+
+1.  Squinty, the Comical Pig.
+2.  Slicko, the Jumping Squirrel.
+3.  Mappo, the Merry Monkey.
+4.  Tum Tum, the Jolly Elephant.
+5.  Don, a Runaway Dog.
+6.  Dido, the Dancing Bear.
+7.  Blackie, a Lost Cat.
+8.  Flop Ear, the Funny Rabbit.
+9.  Tinkle, the Trick Pony.
+10. Lightfoot, the Leaping Goat.
+11. Chunky, the Happy Hippo.
+12. Sharp Eyes, the Silver Fox.
+13. Nero, the Circus Lion.
+14. Tamba, the Tame Tiger.
+15. Toto, the Rustling Beaver.
+16. Shaggo, the Mighty Buffalo.
+17. Winkie, the Wily Woodchuck.
+
+_Cloth, Large 12mo., Illustrated._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THE BOBBY BLAKE SERIES
+
+BY FRANK A. WARNER
+
+BOOKS FOR BOYS FROM EIGHT TO TWELVE
+YEARS OLD
+
+[Illustration: BOBBY BLAKE _AT_ ROCKLEDGE SCHOOL
+FRANK A. WARNER]
+
+
+True stories of life at a modern American boarding school. Bobby
+attends this institution of learning with his particular chum and the
+boys have no end of good times. The tales of outdoor life, especially
+the exciting times they have when engaged in sports against rival
+schools, are written in a manner so true, so realistic, that the
+reader, too, is bound to share with these boys their thrills and
+pleasures.
+
+1.  BOBBY BLAKE AT ROCKLEDGE SCHOOL.
+2.  BOBBY BLAKE AT BASS COVE.
+3.  BOBBY BLAKE ON A CRUISE.
+4.  BOBBY BLAKE AND HIS SCHOOL CHUMS.
+5.  BOBBY BLAKE AT SNOWTOP CAMP.
+6.  BOBBY BLAKE ON THE SCHOOL NINE.
+7.  BOBBY BLAKE ON A RANCH.
+8.  BOBBY BLAKE ON AN AUTO TOUR.
+9.  BOBBY BLAKE ON THE SCHOOL ELEVEN.
+10. BOBBY BLAKE ON A PLANTATION.
+11. BOBBY BLAKE IN THE FROZEN NORTH.
+12. BOBBY BLAKE ON MYSTERY MOUNTAIN.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+Famous Americans For
+Young Readers
+
+
+"Life Stories with the Charm of Fiction"
+
+     "This new series is timely. As an urgent civic need, our
+     schools should be vivified more by the spirit of the
+     founders and builders of the Republic."
+
+WALTER E. RANGER,
+
+Commissioner of Education, Rhode Island.
+
+     "I regard the series one of rare usefulness for young
+     readers, and trust it will become a formidable rival for
+     much of the fiction now in circulation among the young."
+
+JOHNSON BRIGHAM, State Librarian, Iowa.
+
+Titles Ready
+
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+"JOHN PAUL JONES"            Chelsea C. Fraser
+"BENJAMIN FRANKLIN"          Clara Tree Major
+"DAVID CROCKETT"             Jane Corby
+"THOMAS JEFFERSON"           Gene Stone
+"ABRAHAM LINCOLN"            J. Walker McSpadden
+"ROBERT FULTON"              Inez N. McFee
+"THOMAS A. EDISON"           Inez N. McFee
+"HARRIET BEECHER STOWE"      Ruth Brown MacArthur
+"MARY LYON"                  H. Oxley Stengel
+"THEODORE ROOSEVELT"         J. Walker McSpadden
+
+Illustrated. Size 5-1/8 x 7-5/8. Cloth.
+
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