“We’re going out now,” repeated Mr. Horton firmly. “Mustn’t stay in too long the first time. You couldn’t learn to swim in one morning, anyway. Run over and speak to Mother a moment if you want to, and then we’ll get dressed.”
CHAPTER VIII
MAKING NEW FRIENDS
“See how wet I am, Mother?” Sunny Boy danced up and down before the big umbrella.
“You certainly are!” Mrs. Horton agreed with him. “And it seems to me you’d better run along and get dressed. There comes Aunt Betty—she’s looking for us. Wave your hand, Sunny Boy. And now we’ll all go up to the house; it must be getting near lunch-time.”
Sunny and Daddy were both dressed and “starving to death” they told each other, fifteen minutes before Harriet rang the gong.
“Wasn’t the water fine this morning?” asked Miss Martinson, at the lunch table. “I was hoping for a chance to duck Sunny Boy, but he never came within reach.”
“Daddy was there, Aunt Betty. I don’t p’sume he’d let you duck me,” replied Sunny Boy.
“Didn’t Daddy duck you?” asked Aunt Betty.
“I don’t know. Did you, Daddy?”
“No, not exactly. Instead of putting you under the water—ducking you—we let the water cover us, heads and all. You see, it would not be very bad to be ducked.”