Sunny Boy stood in the gateway his father had cut in the fence between the two yards and danced up and down impatiently.
“Hurry up!” he urged them. “Listen! We’re going to the seashore day after to-morrow! Mother said so.”
Nelson sat down comfortably on the grass. He was rather a fat boy.
“We’re going to the mountains to visit my grandmother, next week,” he said. “But you just got back from being away.”
And indeed Sunny Boy and his mother had returned the night before from a long visit with Sunny’s Grandpa Horton who lived on a beautiful farm.
Little Ruth Baker, who was only four years old, beamed cheerfully at Sunny Boy.
“We went to the seashore while you were gone,” she informed him. “The water was very wet. I went paddling, but Nelson wore a bathing suit.”
“I’ve a bathing suit, too,” announced Sunny Boy. “The brook at Grandpa’s was too cold, so I didn’t wear it. But I’m going to learn to swim down at Nestle Cove. Daddy’s going to teach me.”
Nelson looked up from straightening out the tangle of string.
“Did you sleep on the train going to your grandpa’s?” he asked. “We have to stay two nights, an’ eat and sleep an’ everything on the train before we get to my grandma’s.”