"Hang on to my coat sleeve and you'll be steady enough," Daddy advised his little son.
"I think it would be better if he sat in his mother's lap, don't you?" said Mrs. Horton, smiling.
"But I'm not slipping, Mother," he announced proudly. "Wouldn't you think I was standing without holding on to anything?"
"You manage very nicely," Mrs. Horton told him. "Isn't the next stop ours, Harry?"
It was, and Mr. Horton had to elbow a little path for them to the door, there were so many people trying to get in and out at the same time. Sunny Boy had hold of Mother's dress, and as they squeezed out of the car he lost his grasp.
"Goodness," he scolded, "I should think folks would wait a minute. That man bumped right into me and never said 'excuse me.'"
Sunny Boy looked ahead and saw Mother's blue dress and tan coat.
"I 'spect I'd better hurry," he said aloud.
He ran after the blue dress and tan coat and slipped in through a door just a second before the guard closed it.