"No, I don't suppose they all live here," she said thoughtfully, when Sunny Boy had told her. "I imagine a great many of these boys and girls are New Yorkers and live in the houses and apartments we have seen in the city. Some of them, I am sure, come from the suburban towns to the matinee, the way the children from Glendale come in to Centronia when we have a good play at our theaters, you know. And some of these children you saw this afternoon are like a little boy I know—they come from other cities on their first visit to New York. Though not all of them stand up and shout at the stage people, I'm glad to say."
Sunny Boy snickered.
"Well, next time I won't," he promised. "Won't Daddy laugh when I tell him? Guess he'll think I never went to the theater."
Daddy did laugh when they told him that night, after they had had dinner and were up in their room together. Sunny Boy had had his bath and, all cool and clean, was curled up in his pink pajamas in a blanket on Mother's bed trying to keep awake and listen to Mother and Daddy talk.
"Right out loud in the theater!" repeated Mr. Horton, pretending to be shocked. "Why, Sunny Boy, you must be more careful. I don't suppose you stopped to think that if Snow White had taken your advice and thrown away the apple, the rest of the play couldn't have happened."
"Yes, and suppose they had come down to you and had said you would have to write them a new fairy story before they could finish the play," teased Mrs. Horton. "What would you have done then, Sunny?"
"I'd have just said I couldn't," giggled Sunny Boy, trying to turn a summersault on the bed.
"Some one called you up about five o'clock this afternoon," said Mr. Horton, speaking to his wife. "It was a short time before you came in. She said she would call again after dinner."
"I didn't know I knew any one in New York, at least any one who knew we were here," Mrs. Horton began, puzzled, when the telephone on the table rang.
She went to answer it, and Sunny Boy and Daddy had a pillow fight, which was all the more exciting because they had to keep quiet and not bother Mother at the telephone. Sunny Boy grew red in the face, not daring to laugh aloud, and Daddy tickled him unmercifully.