“Let’s go on the merry-go-round,” he suggested, when Harriet had her package in the large bag she carried and was on the way to the grocer’s store. “And I haven’t had a soda for ever and ever so long, Harriet.”
“Well, Sunny Boy, I haven’t a minute,” explained Harriet kindly. “There’s all the work waiting for me at the house. But I suppose if you don’t get a ride on that contraption—If I take you for just one will you promise not to tease for another?”
Sunny Boy promised, and they had an all-too-short, thrilling, whirling ride, Sunny mounted on a camel and Harriet dizzily perched on a giraffe. Then they stopped in the grocer’s and bought some lettuce and had to hurry for a jitney, because they only ran every twenty minutes, and if you missed one it meant a long wait.
“What big clouds,” said Sunny Boy, kneeling on the seat to look out of the jitney window.
“They look like thunder clouds,” commented Harriet. “I shouldn’t be surprised if we had a storm this afternoon. Our street is next, Sunny. You pay the man and tell him to stop.”
Ellen and Ralph and Stephen, lined up in a little row, waited for Sunny at his top doorstep. They wanted him to come down and go in wading, they said.
“Your mother said it would be all right, ’cause my mother is on the beach. She has her knitting,” said Ellen. “Let’s hurry ’fore it gets any hotter.”
CHAPTER XI
SUNNY BOY TO THE RESCUE
The sun was very hot on the beach, so hot that Mrs. Gray declared that she was fairly baked under her umbrella and that she did not see how the children stood the direct rays.
“Queen is hot, too,” said Sunny Boy pityingly.