And Mr. Horton did interest several people in his search for the big
boy, but when they reported, one by one, that they could find no boy
who had carried a little boy ashore at the skating pond, he began to
think that perhaps the boy did not live in the River Section, after
all, but in some other part of the city.

While Mr. Horton was trying to find the boy who had been so good to his
little son, Sunny Boy was having great fun. There was no school, of
course, during the holidays, and, after two days of skating, there came
a heavy fall of snow. When Sunny Boy woke up and saw the roofs all
white, his shout wakened Daddy and Mother.

"It snowed!" shouted Sunny Boy, dancing up and down in his white
flannel sleeping suit. "Oh, Mother, it snowed! I can use my new sled,
Mother!"

"Well, for pity's sake!" cried Daddy Horton, pretending to be very
cross. "What is all this fuss about? All over a little snow? Why, I
don't think snow is half so nice as rain!"

"Oh, Daddy!" Sunny Boy climbed into bed with his father and put his
arms around his neck. "Daddy, boys with new sleds like it to snow.
I'm going coasting right after breakfast."

"Oh, you are, are you?" said Daddy, beginning to tickle Sunny Boy.
"Maybe you'll have to study spelling or something like that, instead."
And then Sunny Boy began to tickle his father and they rolled and
tussled and threw pillows at each other till Mrs. Horton, who was
brushing her hair, declared she had never seen such a looking bed!