Sunny Boy jumped out of bed and fairly galloped with his dressing. He insisted on using the wash bowl and pitcher, though there was a nice white bathroom down the hall, because a wash bowl and pitcher were new to him. Just as he had finished brushing his hair, Araminta rapped at the door to tell them breakfast was ready.
In the dining room Sunny Boy met another member of the family. Lying on a rug in the corner was a shaggy brown and white collie that rose as they came in and, coming over to Mrs. Horton, laid a beautiful pointed nose in her lap.
“We shut him in the barn last night, because we thought you’d be too tired to stand his barking,” said Grandma. “His name is Bruce, and he is very gentle. Don’t be afraid of him, Sunny Boy.”
The collie went back to his rug while they were at breakfast, but when Jimmie and Sunny Boy started for the door he got up to follow them.
“Is he going, too?” asked Sunny Boy.
“He never goes off the farm,” answered Jimmie. “He’ll follow us to the end of the lane and then go back. Hop in lively, now, for we’re late as it is.”
Jimmie had harnessed Peter to a wagon that had only one high seat. In back of this were two cans of milk which Jimmie explained, in answer to Sunny’s questions, would be made into butter at the creamery in Cloverways.
“Is Araminta your sister?” Sunny Boy asked him as they jogged along.
“No, she’s the tenant farmer’s daughter—the man who does the farming for your Grandpa, you know. I work Spring and Summer for him and in Winter I go to the agricultural school. That’s where they teach you to be a farmer.”
After they left the milk at the creamery they drove down to the station and got the trunk. Sunny Boy told Jimmie about the alarm clock, and he laughed. Then, after stopping at a yellow store with high white steps, where Jimmie bought some groceries for Grandma, they turned Peter’s head toward home.