And after lunch they put on their mufflers and overcoats and caps and
Sunny Boy hung his skates on his arm and they set out for Wilkins Park
and the skating pond.

But first Mother had to kiss Sunny Boy and Harriet had to kiss him and
they all waved their hands to him till he and Grandpa turned the corner
and could not be seen from the house any more.

"We have to find the big boy, don't we?" said Sunny Boy, trying not to
gasp as the wind blew down the avenue and almost took his breath away.

"Yes, we must be on the look-out for him," Grandpa Horton replied. "I
have an idea he may be at the pond."

But, though they looked carefully when they came to the skating pond,
they could not find a boy who looked like the one Sunny remembered.
The pond was crowded again with skaters and they were laughing and
singing as though they had never heard of the ice cracking.

Sunny Boy put on his skates, and this time he had better luck with his
lesson. Grandpa said he was doing finely. And, indeed, he did not
fall down more than twice, and one of those times, as he explained, was
a mistake. Another boy skated into him and "tipped him over," Sunny
Boy said. Just as Grandpa said it was time to stop, Sunny Boy looked
up and saw his friend, the tall policeman, standing on the shore.

"Hello!" called the policeman, as Sunny Boy and Grandpa Horton came
close to the shore. "Thought you'd try it again, did you? Where were
you yesterday during the big excitement?"