"And we're going shopping," Mother reminded him, as she led the way out of the dining room. Perhaps she guessed what he was thinking. "You see, Daddy did all this for you and for me, but we want to give the Harritys something, don't we?"
"Oh, yes!" Sunny Boy was all smiles. "Let's, Mother! But what shall we buy?"
"I thought I'd send something nice to Mrs. Harrity and Theresa, and you would choose something for each of the children," explained Mrs. Horton. "We'll go right out now and see what we can find."
When they reached the corner Mrs. Horton was confused for a moment. She couldn't remember whether to turn up or down to get to the particular shop she wanted.
"I'll find out," said Sunny Boy.
Before she could stop him, he had dashed out into the middle of the street and was speaking to the tall policeman who directed traffic from the center of the street. He was so tall that he had to bend down to hear what Sunny Boy was saying.
Mrs. Horton, on the curb, saw him laugh, then point up the street and, as Sunny Boy started back to her, the policeman blew his whistle and stopped the traffic till Sunny Boy was safely across.
"What made you do that?" demanded Mrs. Horton. "It's never safe to run out into the street like that. I didn't know you were even going."
"Daddy and I know that p'liceman," said Sunny Boy calmly. "He s'lutes us—sometimes. I asked him which way to go, and he showed me. That's why they stand in the middle of the street, Mother; to show people where to go."
"What did you say that made him laugh?" Mrs. Horton asked, as she and Sunny Boy started to walk in the direction the policeman had pointed. "You were so little, Sunny, and he was so tall, I don't see how you ever heard each other."