“I could eat,” ventured Sunny Boy cautiously.
“My sentiments exactly,” agreed his father.
“But we’ll have an early supper,” protested Mrs. Horton. “I’d rather you waited, Sunny Boy. The time won’t seem long.”
“Well, but, Mother, couldn’t I have an ice-cream cone?” asked Sunny Boy. “Time is quicker when you have a cone.”
“Yes, Mother,” teased Mr. Horton. “Time is ever so much quicker when we have a cone. Please, Mother?”
Mrs. Horton laughed.
“We’ll all have cones,” she decided. “First we’ll get tidied up, and then we ladies will sit down a minute on this charming front porch and rest, and you and Sunny Boy may bring us the cones.”
So they all went upstairs and a lovely little old lady with red cheeks and white, white hair, brought them clean towels and warm water, and showed them into a tiny bedroom with pretty chintz curtains and furniture to match.
Sunny was ready first and he came downstairs to find Daddy awaiting him.
“And now we can buy the cones,” they both said happily.