"Well, I'm through a week earlier than I expected," said Mr. Horton. "And if you can be ready by Friday, there's no reason why we should stay longer."
"I'm anxious to get Sunny Boy started in school," answered Mrs. Horton thoughtfully. "We'll wire Bessie to have Harriet open the house, and I have very little packing to do. Yes, we'll be ready easily by Friday."
Mr. Horton was consulting a time table.
"I'd like to go down to the station this afternoon," he said, "and see about reservations. The hotel will do it, of course, but I like to attend to such matters myself. Suppose you and Sunny Boy go with me and then go on to the Museum."
So after lunch Sunny Boy and his mother went over to the big Pennsylvania Station with Daddy and waited for him to get their tickets for Centronia.
"It's the biggest place," observed Sunny Boy. "And such lots and lots of people!"
"I dare say we could stand here all day, or a week for that matter, and never see a soul we knew," returned Mrs. Horton.
"Why Mother!" Sunny Boy almost shouted in his excitement, "there's somebody we know this minute—over there by that window. It's Joe Brown!"
"We'll go over and speak to him," said Mrs. Horton.
As they came up to the window they heard the ticket agent speaking to the boy.