"'Miss May Ford's School for Boys and Girls.'" Harriet read the shining brass plate on the side of the house as they walked slowly past. "Why, Sunny, that must be the Miss May your mother talks about. I guess that's where you'll be going to school this winter."
Sunny Boy stared at the building with interest. He was very eager to learn what school was like, and he hoped that as soon as they came back from New York he would go to school every day as Nelson Baker did.
Two or three blocks further on Harriet turned suddenly down a side street.
"Now begin to look, Sunny," she admonished him. "See if you see a boy that looks like the one who took your hat this morning. How old would you say he was?"
"'Bout 'leven," returned Sunny Boy wisely. "He acted 'bout that, anyway. Isn't that a cunning baby, Harriet?"
Harriet wasn't interested in babies just then. She was determined to find that missing hat.
"That looks like him," Sunny pointed an accusing finger at a colored boy leaning against a rickety porch railing.
At the same moment the boy saw them and started to run.
"We can't chase him," said Harriet. "He'll run up some alley. You stay here on the sidewalk, and I'll ask if he lives in this house."
A little girl answered Harriet's knock. "Yes'm," she said, she knew the boy.