“Here, give this to your mother,” and Harriet hastily put a square box into his hands. “’Tis a cake I baked for the lunch on the way down. I made two of ’em, one for her and one for Miss Bessie.”
“Daddy,” Sunny Boy spoke for the first time on the way home, holding the cake box carefully on his lap, “how long does it take to get to Nestle Cove?”
“Oh, about six or eight hours with fair traveling,” answered Mr. Horton. “Why, Son?”
“I was just thinking,” said Sunny. “Harriet made a cake for us to eat on the way.”
“And I suspect Mother will be busy all day to-morrow putting up a picnic lunch for us,” responded his father. “You see, we’ll find a nice shady spot about noon when the sun is too hot to make driving comfortable, and we’ll sit down and rest on the grass and eat all those good things up.”
“That will be fun,” agreed Sunny enthusiastically. “There’s Mother waving to us now. Does she want something, Daddy?”
“Don’t get out,” called Mrs. Horton, hurrying to them. “The laundryman telephoned Mrs. Baker that their wagon has been in an accident and the clothes are hopelessly scattered. They want you to go down and see if any of yours are missing.”
CHAPTER III
GETTING READY
“Take me with you, Daddy?” Sunny Boy begged. “I could see the accident.”
“There’ll be nothing to see,” answered Mr. Horton, smiling. “I’m only going to the laundry office, and that wouldn’t interest you. I think you’d better stay with Mother and help her.”