“Perhaps he has sent you some fresh eggs from the farm,” teased Aunt Bessie.
“Or a pound of fresh, sweet butter,” suggested Miss Martinson, coming out on her way to the bathhouse.
“Open it, precious, and see,” urged Mrs. Horton.
So Sunny Boy sat down and carefully untied the red cord and took off the wrapping paper. There was a pasteboard box tied with more string to be opened then.
“Why—why—” Sunny Boy, peeping down under the tissue paper that packed this box, uttered a shriek of delight.
“Look, Mother!” he shouted. “It’s a boat!”
It was a boat, sure enough—a beautiful boat with three sails and two decks and a large American flag in her bow. Her name was painted on her sides in bright blue letters—The Billow.
Sunny Boy was delighted.
“Did Grandpa send it?” he asked, his eyes big with surprise.
“I hardly think so,” smiled Mrs. Horton. “See, dear, here is a card that dropped out. Shall I read it to you? ‘To Sunny Boy, with love from Mrs. Raymond and Bon-Bon.’ Mrs. Raymond sent it to you, precious.”