“Have a good time,” smiled Mr. Horton. “I’m in earnest, Olive. The girls will go back to school next week, Betty will, that is, and Bessie wants to get her fall schedule started. Let ’em go, and keep Harriet till we get back. You’d like to see New York, wouldn’t you, Sunny Boy?”
Sunny Boy nodded. He was too amazed to speak.
“But you’ll have a great deal on your mind,” argued Mrs. Horton. “Sha’n’t we be in the way? And I wanted to send Sunny Boy to the kindergarten this fall.”
“Plenty of time after we get back,” announced Mr. Horton, tousling Sunny’s hair playfully. “I think I’ll need my wife and son to help me put through this big contract. I’ll find some time to play around with you, too. But mostly I’m afraid you will have to keep each other company.”
Sunny Boy took his boat under his arm without waiting for the new sails, and went out to find Ellen and Ralph.
“When are you going?” demanded Ralph, as soon as he heard that Sunny Boy was going to New York. “My cousin lives there.”
“Going week after next,” said Sunny Boy. “I wish you were going too.”
“Goodness, we have to go to school,” declared Ellen importantly. “My mother says education just mustn’t be ne-ne-glected.”
Sunny Boy was troubled.
“I’m going to kindergarten when we come back,” he explained hesitatingly.