uniform who might be able to help him find his grandfather.

"Where's the policeman?" he asked, pulling at the big boy's ragged
sleeve.

"What you want the police for?" asked the boy, looking at Sunny Boy
queerly. "Do you want them to chase you?"

"This policeman won't chase me," said Sunny Boy sturdily. "He is a
friend of mine and I like him. Come on and let's hunt for him."

He started to walk higher up the bank and almost fell down.

"Why, I have my skates on!" he cried, in surprise, for he had forgotten
them. "I guess I'd better take them off."

He turned to ask the big boy to help him, and he wasn't there! He
wasn't anywhere, for Sunny Boy looked all around. The other boy had
disappeared as though he had tumbled into the lake, though Sunny Boy
was sure he hadn't done that.

"Oh, dear, I wish he had waited," mourned Sunny Boy, sitting down to
take off his skates. "I wanted to tell Grandpa about him, and now he's
gone."

The skate straps were swollen with water and stiff and cold. Sunny Boy
worked at them till his poor little fingers were blue, but he could not
unfasten them. So Sunny Boy was ready to cry with cold and
disappointment and loneliness when a man spoke to him. It is not
strange that a little boy should feel like crying when he has lost his