He hunted for several minutes, but no stairs could he find. Then he decided to go back to Mother, and he couldn't find the room! He had made so many turnings in the halls that he was hopelessly lost.
"Oh, dear!" sighed poor Sunny Boy. "New York is such a big place!"
A light down the corridor attracted his attention now. The elevator, of course! Why hadn't he thought of that? He would find the bell-boy downstairs. He remembered that was where he had seen him at breakfast time.
The elevator boy took him downstairs without asking any questions and let him off at the first floor.
"This looks somehow different," puzzled Sunny Boy, standing where the elevator left him.
He didn't know it, but it was another elevator, in a different part of the building from the one his father and mother took down to the dining room. Sunny Boy had never been downstairs alone, and he felt decidedly shy.
"Hello, kid, what you lost?" asked one of the bell boys, swinging past him.
"Nothing," murmured Sunny Boy.
"Are you lost, dear?" asked a lady, stopping on her way to the elevator. She was old and lame and walked with a cane. A maid, with a curly black dog under her arm, walked beside her.
Sunny shook his head. How could he be lost with a mother in the same building with him? Of course he wasn't lost!