“Yes, indeed,” was the cheerful answer. “You’ll learn this summer, too. I want to teach Mother to drive the car, so I can leave it down here sometimes; and I want to teach you to swim.”
Sunny Boy looked ready for a good time when he finally stood up in his trim little suit. It was dark blue with a red stripe at the neck and wrists. Daddy’s was just like it. They took hold of hands and raced down the beach.
“In we go,” said Mr. Horton, lifting Sunny Boy high.
Sunny Boy held on tightly and tried not to be afraid. The waves looked very big and fierce when he got out among them, but all about him were people laughing and ducking and having the merriest time.
“You’re all right, Son,” Daddy’s kind voice assured him. “I won’t duck you, but I want you to get wet all over, as then the water won’t feel cold. Stand up, now, and hold my hand.”
He put Sunny Boy down and a great wave broke over them both.
“O-oh!” gasped Sunny Boy, and laughed.
He began to splash and paddle around, though he was careful to keep tight hold of Daddy.
“And now we come out,” declared Mr. Horton after ten or fifteen minutes.
“Not yet,” teased Sunny. “I like it. And I can’t swim, Daddy.”