Brookside was the name of Grandpa’s farm. Mrs. Horton explained that it was many miles away from the city, and that it would take them nearly a day on the train to get there.
“And if Daddy cannot go with us, you’ll have to take care of me,” she said seriously.
“All right, I will,” promised Sunny Boy. “I’ll have to go and tell Harriet an’ show her my letter. I’ll tell the awning man, too. I was going to help him, but I don’t feel helping, somehow. I feel wiggled up, you know, Mother.”
“You’re excited,” said Mrs. Horton. “Well, we don’t go for two weeks, dear, so you’ll have plenty of time to talk about it. I must write to Grandpa as soon as Daddy comes home.”
Dashing out of the room went Sunny Boy, crying the good news at the top of his lungs—“We’re going to the country! We’re going to my Grandpa’s farm! Hurrah!”
CHAPTER II
SPREADING THE NEWS
“So you’re going off to the country?” said Daddy, as he came whistling down to the dining room, where Mother and Sunny Boy were waiting for him. “Well, I see that I’ll have to come up and teach you how to catch a brook trout.”