CHAPTER XIII
CURLY IS FOUND
The white-haired lady was out of the car the instant it stopped and up the walk, her silk skirts flying in the wind.
“Bon-Bon! Bon-Bon!” she called. Then she said something that Sunny Boy could not understand. Afterward she told him that it was French for “Littlest one.”
Curly leaped upon her, barking madly.
The lady took him in her arms and sat down on the step, and, to Sunny Boy’s amazement, began to cry.
The noise of the dog’s barking brought Mrs. Horton to the door.
“Why, Sunny Boy, where in the world have you been?” she said quickly. “It’s almost one o’clock. Harriet was just going down to the beach to look for you.”
Then she saw the strange car at the curb and the strange lady on her doorstep. The lady stood up and held out her hand.
“I am Mrs. Raymond,” she said. “Colonel Francis Raymond’s wife. I believe my husband has met Mr. Horton. And now I find your little boy has found my pet dog.”
Mrs. Horton was very much surprised and greatly pleased to learn that at last Curly’s own people had been found. She asked Mrs. Raymond to come in and stay to lunch with them, but Mrs. Raymond had an appointment at two o’clock several miles away with the colonel, and lunch would be ready there for the white-haired lady. She and Mrs. Horton talked very fast, and Sunny Boy could not understand all they said.