“Sunny! Sunny Boy, please bring me the ball of cord in the wall pocket,” called Mother.
No sooner had he run upstairs with the cord than the doorbell rang and down he came to let the expressman in. So it was no wonder that he forgot what he had tucked into the box and never thought of it again.
After the trunks had been carried out, Mrs. Horton said it was time to get lunch, and both Daddy and Sunny helped her and with the dishes afterward. Then Daddy had to go down town, and though Sunny begged to be allowed to go with him in the car, it was decided that he had better stay with Mother.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and see your toys?” Mrs. Horton suggested. “I don’t believe you’ve paid them any attention since you came home. Daddy opened all the windows on the third floor this morning, so it must be nice and cool.”
“Will you come up too?” asked Sunny Boy. “It’s so—so still, Mother.”
The house was still, as houses often seem when they have not been lived in for weeks.
Upstairs Sunny Boy found his toys exactly as he had left them
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“I’ll come up and start the clock on the playroom shelf,” said Mrs. Horton briskly. “And you might get out your kiddie car. I saw Nelson with his this morning.”