CHAPTER XIV
ANOTHER HUNT
“And now,” declared Grandpa, putting on his wide-brimmed hat and reaching for his cane, “it’s high time I was out looking after Mr. Hatch. Where are you going, Sunny Boy?”
Sunny Boy was darting off as though a new idea had seized him.
“Out,” he answered vaguely. His mind was intent on his plan.
“Well, Grandma and I have the picnic to plan,” cried Mrs. Horton gayly. “If we are going to have that long-promised picnic before we go home, I for one think it is high time we set a day.”
Sunny Boy, lingering in the doorway, heard Grandpa grumble a little as he always did if anything was said about their going home.
“No reason why you shouldn’t stay here all Summer,” he scolded. “Or if you want to be nearer Harry, Olive, leave the boy with us. You know we’d take good care of him.”
“I know you would; but I couldn’t leave my baby,” Mrs. Horton said quickly. “Bessie, my sister, you know, has a plan—”
But Araminta called Sunny just then and he ran off without hearing about Aunt Bessie’s plan.