"I should say that was a great many," she said. "I don't see how you remember their names. Well, now let's see—Rose must have a new doll and a couple of pretty dresses I think; and for the boys suppose we say good warm school gloves and sweaters and a game apiece, so they won't think you and I choose too useful gifts?"
The gloves and sweaters were bought, and then Sunny Boy picked out three games he thought the boys would like and helped Mother decide about a doll for Rose and a pink dress and a blue one. Then they were through for the morning.
"We'll go back to the hotel for lunch," decided Mrs. Horton. "Daddy may come in. And I must write a note to Harriet this afternoon."
Mr. Horton was waiting for them, and he had great news.
"How would you like to go home day after to-morrow?" he asked.
"Home?" repeated Mrs. Horton. "Why, Harry!"
"Haven't you seen enough of New York?" Mr. Horton asked Sunny Boy, tilting up his chin.
"We-ll," hesitated Sunny, "I guess so. But I did want to see the stuffed birds."
"Stuffed birds?" echoed his father.
"I promised to take him over to the Museum of Natural History," Mrs. Horton explained. "But of course, Daddy, if you are ready to go, we are."