Grandpa described the old gentleman whom Sunny Boy insisted on calling
"the other grandpa."

"I believe I did hear some one in the crowd call him 'judge,'" answered
Grandpa Horton.

"He has a granddaughter, Adele, I know," said Mrs. Horton. "And he is
so proud of her he goes everywhere with her. I hope he found her and
that she was not hurt."

"Oh, no one was hurt," replied Grandpa Horton. "There was a great deal
of shouting and screaming, but a pair of wet feet was the most any one
suffered, I feel sure. What is it, laddie?"

Sunny Boy had been standing quietly beside his grandfather's chair,
waiting for a chance to say something very important.

"I wish, Grandpa--" he began excitedly, "I wish the big boy who pulled
me off the ice had waited to see you. He was afraid of the policeman,
or maybe he might have stayed."

"I wish I had seen him," said Grandpa Horton seriously. "He must have
had his wits about him to get you out of that crowd so easily. That
was what was worrying me all the time--I was afraid that a little chap
like you would be knocked down by that struggling crowd."

"I wish I could see the boy," said Mrs. Horton wistfully. "I would
like so much to thank him, and Daddy would, too. Don't you even know
his name, Sunny?"