“What do you say to a drive this afternoon?” said Mr. Horton. “I have to go on the first train in the morning, you know, and until Olive learns to drive the car you’re going to be dependent on the jitneys and trolleys. All in favor of driving down the shore road after lunch, say ‘Aye.’”
“Aye!” cried all the grown-ups to Sunny’s astonishment.
“What do you say, Laddie?” his father smiled at him.
“I say ‘me,’” declared Sunny Boy firmly.
And then those grown-ups had to laugh.
“That settles it,” announced Mr. Horton. “We’ll keep as close to the beach as we can; and we’ll take the field glasses, and perhaps we can sight a coast steamer.”
As soon as they were through lunch Mr. Horton brought the car around, and Mrs. Horton, Aunt Bessie and Aunt Betty and Sunny Boy got in, only this time Sunny rode in the back. Mrs. Horton wanted to learn to drive herself, and she meant to watch her husband and see what he did.
Sunny Boy was secretly hoping for another glimpse of the merry-go-round, but they drove in the opposite direction and did not go through the town at all.
“Now you take the wheel,” said Mr. Horton, stopping the car on a smooth straight stretch of road.
So Mrs. Horton exchanged seats with him and drove, very slowly and carefully.