“All right,” agreed Sunny Boy cheerfully, climbing out of the car and holding the cake box carefully right side up.
He and Mother went into the kitchen, while Mr. Horton turned the car and went off down the street.
“Gee!” exclaimed Sunny, watching Mother fill the tea kettle. “Gee! I guess that laundry-wagon boy wishes he’d called it a day.”
“Called it a day?” repeated Mrs. Horton, puzzled. “What do you mean, dear? And is it absolutely necessary that you use ‘gee’ twice in one sentence?”
Sunny Boy admitted that it wasn’t. Then, while they waited for the kettle to boil, he told Mother about his morning adventure and the man who had picked him out of the bushes and advised him to call it a day.
“Why, you might have been hurt!” said Mrs. Horton seriously. “Don’t do that again, Son. Probably the boy is a reckless driver, or he wouldn’t have had this accident, but no driver can watch out for little folks who hitch on behind wagons. Now we’ll set the table in the dining-room to-night, and go out and wait for Daddy on the front steps.”
Sunny Boy helped Mother so well that the table was set and everything in readiness for supper and they had been out on the front steps for nearly ten minutes before they saw Mr. Horton coming around the corner.
Sunny Boy ran to meet him.
“Did you walk?” he asked disappointedly. “Where’s the automobile? Did you scold the laundry-wagon boy?”
“I put the automobile to bed,” answered Daddy, waving to Mother. “This fall, perhaps, we can build a garage out back of the house. I’ll see. But just now a man named Mr. Taggart has to keep the car at night for us. Did you help Mother?”