"But what will you do all the time at home?" teased Jack the bell-boy, when Sunny Boy went to say good-bye to him.
"Oh, I'm going to school," announced Sunny Boy proudly. "All the children that I know go. Harriet's going to take me till I get used to it, and then Mother says p'haps I can go by myself."
"Would you like to live here?" Sunny Boy asked Mother, when they had found their comfortable seats in the train and it was almost time for it to start.
"Live in New York?" echoed Mrs. Horton thoughtfully. "No, I think not, precious. Though we have had a good time, haven't we?"
Sunny Boy nodded his head.
"I wouldn't like to live here all the time, either," he confided. "I'd rather live in our house."
The train ride was uneventful, and as they had taken an express, they were in Centronia by early afternoon. Aunt Bessie met them at the station.
"Well, well, honey-bunch," she greeted her nephew, hugging him, "I surely have missed you. What do you think of New York?"
"All right," said Sunny Boy, wriggling out of her arms. "Did the children get the post cards I sent them?"
"I think they did," admitted Aunt Bessie gravely. "Ruth Baker talks a great deal about her post-card album, I know. What is this I hear about you going to school?"