“I will,” offered Sunny Boy. “And then I’ll come back and put my things away.”
“While you are down in the kitchen, I wish you’d ask Harriet if the oven is ready for me to make some biscuits for lunch,” said Mrs. Horton. “And tell her I said you might have a glass of milk and one of the sponge cakes without any pink icing.”
Harriet pressed the skirt while Sunny Boy sat at one end of the ironing board and watched her and ate his sponge cake—which was almost as good as the kind with pink icing which were only for dessert—and drank his milk. Then Harriet gave him the skirt to carry back to Aunt Bessie and he remembered to ask about the oven. Harriet said to tell Mother that it was just right for baking biscuits.
“That means I must go down right away,” said Mrs. Horton, when Sunny Boy told her. “We’ve about finished anyway, haven’t we, Bessie? The man is to come at three this afternoon for the trunk.”
“I’ve left a few chinks and corners, in case you want to tuck in some little trifles at the last minute,” replied Aunt Bessie, “but otherwise it’s ready to be strapped and locked.”
“Let me lock it,” said Sunny Boy eagerly. “I can stand on the top, too. I did for Cousin Lola when hers wouldn’t shut.”
Mrs. Horton was tying on a nice clean white apron.
“Thank you, dearest,” she said. “Mother isn’t quite ready to have the trunk locked. If we’ve packed it so full it won’t close, why of course I’ll call on you to stand on the top and make it shut.”
Sunny Boy hoped the trunk wouldn’t close, for he wanted to dance on the top. Then Mrs. Horton went down to Harriet’s kitchen to make puffy white biscuits for lunch and Aunt Bessie went off to give a music lesson.
Sunny Boy, left to put away his toys, explained matters to the woolly dog as he carried him upstairs.