He sat down in a leather chair to consider. He didn't know the name of the bell boy he wanted to see, and at any minute his father might come back and want to take him for a ride on the bus. Sunny Boy made up his mind that he would try to find his room and look for the bell boy another time. He waited till a friendly-looking man came hurrying by where he sat.
"Please," he stuttered nervously, "how do you find—"
"Ask the clerk at the desk!" snapped the man, who wasn't cross, but only in a hurry to make a train.
Sunny Boy looked about for the desk.
"Go 'round there," directed the elevator boy when he ventured to ask him. Then he clashed his door shut with a bang and went sailing up in his little car.
Sunny obediently wandered around a turn in the corridor. He saw only a counter, but he guessed that to be the desk. He remembered it was where his father had gone to arrange for their rooms the night before.
"Please," he began, standing on tiptoes and grasping the edge of the counter with both hands. "Please, where is our room?"
"Eh, what?" demanded the startled clerk, bending down to see the small person speaking to him. "Your room? Have you lost your key?"
"Haven't any key," explained Sunny Boy gravely. "I came out, and when I went to go back I couldn't find our door."
"All right, we'll fix you up," promised the clerk. "Jack, lift this young man up so I won't have to strain my voice."