“Stop me!” cried Sunny Boy, wobbling more wildly.
“Right—O!” agreed the postman, and proceeded to stop him by letting Sunny Boy skate right into him and his mail bag.
“And that’s all right,” said the cheerful postman, blowing his whistle and slipping some letters into a mail-box in a doorway as if nothing had happened. “Don’t you want to skate back with me?”
Sunny Boy, seated on a handy doorstep, was unbuckling the skate straps. He looked up and smiled.
“Thank you very much, but Harriet’s waiting for me,” he answered politely. “An’ I have to carry my skates, ’cause she won’t let me hold the eggs ’less I walk.”
CHAPTER III
PACKING THE TRUNK
Aunt Bessie sat on the floor of Mother’s room, with pencil and paper in her lap. She was Mrs. Horton’s sister, and though she did not live with them, Sunny Boy and Mother saw her nearly every day.