“Go to sleep,” said Mother severely.
“But, Mother, I just have to ask Daddy one question. Then I will go to sleep—honest.”
So Daddy came in again and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Daddy—” Sunny sat up in bed so that he could see him better, for the light from the street lamp shone across the room. “Daddy, does a crab bite?”
“It does,” said Mr. Horton. “I’ll take you crabbing and you’ll see how it does it. And now—”
“Now I’m going to sleep,” said Sunny hastily.
He just closed his eyes for a second and turned over in a more comfortable position. And then—
“All aboard for Nestle Cove!” There stood Daddy in the middle of his room, calling to him. The sun was shining, and, yes, it was morning!
“What do you know about that!” said the bewildered Sunny Boy. “I wasn’t going to sleep that minute.”
“But you did. And in an hour we’re to start,” Mr. Horton told him. “Mother has already gone downstairs. We’ll have to hustle, for we have to go get Aunt Bessie and Miss Betty and Harriet, you know. Let’s see who can get dressed first!”