Sunny Boy, after he was in bed, was perfectly sure that he couldn’t go to sleep.
“I keep thinking about the ocean,” he explained to Daddy, who was hunting for something in the closet in his room. “What you looking for, Daddy? Can we go fishing in the ocean?”
“We can’t if you don’t go to sleep, we can’t even start for the ocean,” said Mr. Horton. “I’m looking for my old golf cap. You go to sleep and I’ll find it.”
“I know where it is.” Sunny got out of bed and pattered across the floor to his toy box. “I thought maybe you didn’t want it any more, and I made believe it was a horse blanket for my gray horse.”
Sure enough, the gray horse had the golf cap neatly pinned about him.
“Well, he won’t take cold without it in summer,” said Mr. Horton cheerfully. “And I thought I’d like to wear the cap while driving the car to-morrow. Sunny, aren’t you going to sleep at all to-night?”
“I don’t feel sleepy,” complained Sunny, climbing into bed and settling the covers again. “Oh, Daddy, I forgot the woolly dog.”
Mr. Horton brought him the woolly dog, kissed him good-night, and put out the light.
“Daddy?”
The door into Daddy and Mother’s room opened a crack.