Sunny Boy at the seashore

“Ralph!” gasped Sunny Boy. “Look! My boat’s untied!”
BY RAMY ALLISON WHITE Author of “Sunny Boy in the Country,” “Sunny Boy at the Seashore,” ETC. ILLUSTRATED BY CHARLES L. WRENN
GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
Copyright, 1920 By Barse & Co.
Sunny Boy at the Seashore Printed in the United States of America
SUNNY BOY AT THE SEASHORE
“Oh, Ruth! Oh, Nelson! O-hoo!” Sunny Boy puckered up his mouth and tried his best to whistle, but he couldn’t quite manage it.
“Ru-th! Nelson!” he shouted again. “Come on over! I want to tell you something!”
Then up the steps from the laundry in the basement of their house, where they had been hunting string for a kite, came Nelson and Ruth Baker, who lived next door.
Sunny Boy stood in the gateway his father had cut in the fence between the two yards and danced up and down impatiently.
“Hurry up!” he urged them. “Listen! We’re going to the seashore day after to-morrow! Mother said so.”
Nelson sat down comfortably on the grass. He was rather a fat boy.