much interested to hear about the day's experiences. So were the
mothers and fathers when the boys reached home.

The next morning Daddy Horton telephoned Mr. Parkney to ask him if the
brook had done any damage over night. Mr. Parkney said that the old
barn had been carried down past their farm and was completely wrecked.

"I'm glad we didn't stay in it," said Sunny Boy cheerfully. "It must
have been a freshet, Daddy. Don't you think it was?"

It was a freshet, of course, and Daddy Horton said so.

After that Saturday the weather grew warmer and warmer, and Sunny Boy
began to think of summer. What he did when school closed and what
happened to him, we'll have to tell you in another book, to be called
"SUNNY BOY AND HIS GAMES."




THE END