Sunny Boy nodded his head.
"Grandpa told me," he said confidently. "He was in the Civil War."
"Yes, he was a general in the Civil War, and later president of the United States," assented Mr. Horton. "And this beautiful building was given by the people who loved and admired him, as a memorial."
They went up the wide steps and entered the rotunda. The light was subdued, and at first Sunny Boy could see nothing. Then he saw several people, the men with their hats in their hands, looking down what he thought was a deep well.
Daddy lifted him up so that he might look over, and there, down on the marble floor, he saw two American flags draped over two oblong stone slabs and a wreath on each.
"Mrs. Grant is buried here, too," said Mr. Horton.
The old, battle-stained flags and war mementos in the two little alcoves off the rotunda would have interested Sunny's Grandpa Horton, who had seen some of those same flags carried on the battle fields, but one couldn't expect Sunny Boy to care much about them. When they came out and stood once more on the steps in the sunshine, he saw something that interested him more.
"Daddy!" he raised his voice in excitement. "What are those funny boats'? Over there—see? There's two of 'em!"
A young man standing near heard and turned with a grin.
"Where did you hail from, kid?" he asked curiously. "Haven't you ever seen a ferryboat before?"