"Good for you, Bob!" called some one, as the big boy reached the shore.

"There you are," the boy said to Sunny, as he set him carefully down.
"Now you take my advice and trot along home and get on dry shoes and
stockings. You'll be sneezing your head off to-morrow, if you don't
look out."

"But I want my grandpa!" said Sunny Boy, beginning to cry. "I lost my
grandpa! Maybe he is all drowned!"

No wonder Sunny Boy cried at this sad thought. He loved his Grandpa
Horton very dearly and he was named for him, "Arthur Bradford Horton."
To be sure, no one ever called the little lad by that long name, for
"Sunny Boy" seemed to suit him so exactly. But, of course, when he
grew up and was a farmer or a traffic policeman or the captain of a
sailboat--he didn't know yet which he would rather be--he would need
his real name. Perhaps you know all about Sunny Boy. If so, we do not
have to introduce you. But if you have not read the other books about
him you will want to know that he lived with his daddy and his mother
and Harriet, who had helped his mother since Sunny Boy was a tiny baby,
in the city of Centronia and that Grandpa and Grandma Horton lived on a
beautiful farm, "Brookside," where Sunny Boy and his mother had spent
a month the summer before. The first Sunny Boy book, called "Sunny Boy
in the Country," tells all about this visit and the friends Sunny Boy
made there and about the kite he made which got him into trouble. But
that ended happily and Sunny Boy was so happy at Brookside that he
might have decided to be a farmer if he and his daddy and mother had
not gone to the seashore to visit his Aunt Bessie.

"Sunny Boy at the Seashore" tells about the fun a small boy can find in