Sunny Boy waved to them as long as he could see them, and even after all he could make out was the blur of pink that he knew was Ruth’s dress. Then he was ready to talk.
“Where are we going first?” he demanded.
“Why, to get Aunt Bessie and Miss Martinson and Harriet, of course,” answered Mrs. Horton.
Mr. Horton turned.
“Look here, Sunny Boy,” he said. “I figure out that I’m going to feel lonesome with four ladies in the car—you’ll have to come up here with me, and then we’ll be two to four at least. Here we are. I see Joseph out on the sidewalk with the bags. I’ll go up and help with whatever else they have.”
The automobile stopped before the apartment house, and Joseph, the colored elevator boy, grinned delightedly at Sunny Boy.
“You’s going, ain’t you?” he chuckled. “You-all shorely have a fine day. Yes, Sir, Miss Andrew and Miss Ma’tinson is both ready. Guess they’s looking out the window. Miss Andrew said to come right up when you-all came.”
Mr. Horton went in to tell Aunt Bessie they were waiting for her, and Sunny stayed in the car with Mother.
In a very few minutes Aunt Bessie came out, tying a long green veil over her pretty gray hat.
“Hello, lambie, kiss your old auntie,” she said to Sunny Boy. Aunt Bessie wasn’t old at all, though sometimes she pretended to be. “Olive, I left the canary bird with Mrs. Richards. They’re going to be in town all summer, and a birdcage and a live bird are not the easiest things to carry in a car. Was that all right?”