"Yes, I did," admitted Mother softly. "Poor Daddy had a hard time of it. But, darling, we won't talk of it any more—you're all right and Mother is very happy. I'll lie down beside you here on the bed till you go to sleep." And going to sleep did not take long.
"Where's Tim?" asked Sunny Boy when he woke up the next morning.
He had slept later than usual, after his exciting day, and Mother was up and dressed and sewing fresh ruffles in her coat over by the window. Daddy was not in the room.
"Good morning, precious," Mrs. Horton greeted him. "You've had a fine long sleep. Daddy has been gone an hour—he had a telephone call before breakfast."
"Did Tim stay all night? Is he here now?" asked Sunny Boy, slipping out of bed and beginning to hunt for his socks and shoes. "Do I have to take a bath, Mother?"
"Yes indeed you do," said Mother. "We are going down town, you and I, on a very important shopping trip, and I want you to be as clean and as fresh as a rose when we start. And if you hurry, I'll tell you about Tim while you are eating your breakfast."
Sunny Boy hurried, and in less than half an hour he was sitting at the table in the big dining room eating breakfast with Mother, who had waited for him.
"Tell me about Tim," begged Sunny Boy when the waiter had brought him his orange and asked him how he felt; the waiter knew he had been lost.
"Well, Daddy had a long talk with Tim last night," said Mrs. Horton. "We wanted to reward him in some way for his kindness to you and his good sense in going about to find where you lived. But Tim wouldn't take any money. He said his mother wouldn't let him."
"Then can't Daddy 'ward him?" asked Sunny Boy disappointedly.