Mr. Horton on the third floor was calling her.
“Olive, there’s a fly in this room—he’ll starve to death this summer. Send Sunny Boy up with the fly-batter, quick.”
Mrs. Horton laughed.
“Daddy’s remembering something I did ever so long ago,” she told Sunny Boy. “What was it? Oh, I haven’t time to tell you now. I will, after we’ve started. Run along up with the fly-batter, precious, and tell Daddy please to hurry.”
Mr. Horton killed the fly and carried down the suitcases and took them and the lunch boxes out to the car at the curb. The boy who worked for Mr. Taggart had brought the automobile around soon after breakfast. Mother and Daddy had on long brown linen coats, and Sunny Boy had one, too, made exactly like Daddy’s. He was very proud of that new coat.
Then it was time to lock the front door and really start.
“It does take so long to go,” sighed Sunny Boy, as he stood waiting with Mother on the front steps while Daddy made sure that the door was tightly fastened.
“But we want our house to be all here when we come back,” Mother reminded him. “Never mind, we’re going this minute. There are Nelson and Ruth to say good-by to you, dear.”
Nelson and Ruth came down to the car and watched till every one was safely in.
“Good-by!” they called, as Mr. Horton started. “Good-by, Sunny! Have a good time! Good-by!”