The more Harriet laughed, the funnier it seemed. Presently every one, even Sunny Boy, was laughing with her. And by the time they had their laugh out, and had eaten the rest of that picnic lunch, it was time, Mr. Horton said, to think about starting again.
Lucy was at the gate as the car backed out, and she and Mr. Horton and Sunny Boy put the bars up. She waved them good-by as they rolled down the road.
“She’s never seen the ocean,” remarked Mrs. Horton. “I’ve her name and address; she asked me if any one ever wanted somebody to help out down at the Cove this summer to write her.”
“If she’s saving money for school, she might make some this summer,” agreed Aunt Bessie thoughtfully. “We’ll remember that.”
“Has Sunny Boy ever seen the ocean?” asked Miss Martinson.
“Yes,” that small person assured her. “Twice when I don’t remember, and twice last year. Mrs. Hadley took us down in the automobile. I went in wading.”
Mr. Horton, whose eyes were on the road ahead, suddenly put on his brakes and stopped the automobile.
“Can we help?” he asked.
Sunny Boy had turned in his seat to speak to Miss Martinson and so had not seen the car ahead of them. Two men were working over the engine, and a lady and a little girl sat in the back.
“We’re stumped,” said one of the men with a smile. “Been here half an hour.”