Sunny Boy at the seashore

Then up the steps from the laundry in the basement of their house, where they had been hunting string for a kite, came Nelson and Ruth Baker, who lived next door.

The laundry wagon horse was galloping now, urged on by the freckle-faced boy who was singing loudly as the light wagon swayed from side to side. Sunny Boy looked very little and...

“There’ll be nothing to see,” answered Mr. Horton, smiling. “I’m only going to the laundry office, and that wouldn’t interest you. I think you’d better stay with Mother and help...

Daddy and Sunny Boy found Aunt Bessie and Miss Martinson very glad to see them. Aunt Bessie was packing, Miss Martinson washing some cut glass to be put away, and Harriet in the...

Daddy wasn’t dressed first because he stopped to help Sunny Boy, who had lost one shoe and simply couldn’t find it! Finally Sunny discovered it under the bed, and he had it on a...

“No, ’course not,” returned Sunny eagerly, glad to find some one sensible enough to understand. “I thought it was lic’rish ’cause it smelled so good when I opened the box. An’ i...

After supper that night, Sunny Boy had a dim idea that he would like to go down and look at the ocean “in the dark” as he said. But Mr. Horton announced that he was going to bed...

“You certainly are!” Mrs. Horton agreed with him. “And it seems to me you’d better run along and get dressed. There comes Aunt Betty—she’s looking for us. Wave your hand, Sunny...

“She isn’t anybody’s dog,” declared Ellen seriously. “At least, not really. Queen did belong to Dr. Maynard over in the town, but she learned to ride on the trolley cars, and no...

“I wish he were,” said Mrs. Horton quickly. “No, precious, we’ll have to wait till Saturday for that. This is Aunt Bessie’s plan, and we’ll let her explain it. There! slip on th...

The sun was very hot on the beach, so hot that Mrs. Gray declared that she was fairly baked under her umbrella and that she did not see how the children stood the direct rays.

“Oh,” declared Sunny Boy, “no other dog could be as nice as Curly! Though Queen is nice, too, and I like her awful much,” he added, feeling that if Queen could know what he had...

“I am Mrs. Raymond,” she said. “Colonel Francis Raymond’s wife. I believe my husband has met Mr. Horton. And now I find your little boy has found my pet dog.”

So Sunny Boy sat down and carefully untied the red cord and took off the wrapping paper. There was a pasteboard box tied with more string to be opened then.

“He can hear it while we’re afar off,” she said to Mr. Horton, “and perhaps he will stand up and wave. How dreadful it must be, Harry, for sailors to be adrift on this great oce...

He was exasperated. As general of his army he tried not to be cross, but Bobbie was famous for always spoiling other people’s plans. He never by any chance wanted to do what the...