The other grandfather laughed again as he shook hands with Grandpa
Horton.

"He's all right, though I suspect his feet are pretty wet," he said.
"I would have bundled him off home, but I knew you would be terribly
anxious and I couldn't pick you out of the crowd without his help.
You'd better hurry, now. I'm going to get out of this crowd as soon as
I find my granddaughter."

Grandpa Horton thanked the old gentleman for taking care of Sunny Boy
and then they shook hands again and Sunny Boy and his grandpa hurried
toward the Park gates.

They walked as fast as they could all the way home, and sometimes they
ran a little. Grandma Horton, who had been taking a nap when they left
for the Park, was downstairs in the living-room with Mrs. Horton,
knitting, when she happened to look out of the window and see Grandpa
and Sunny Boy coming.

"Has anything happened to you?" she cried, opening the door as they
dashed up the steps. "Are either of you hurt?"

Dear, dear, there was a great deal of excitement, you may be sure, when
Sunny Boy and Grandpa told what had happened at the pond. Harriet
brought hot water bottles and dry shoes and stockings and hot lemonade
and her best box of peppermint drops. Grandma Horton insisted on
wrapping Sunny Boy from chin to feet in a hot blanket and she made
Grandpa take little white pills. Mother Horton rubbed their hands and
lighted the electric heater, although the room was very warm and