Mr. Horton laughed and gave Harriet his cup for more coffee.

"I think Sunny Boy will be all right," he said. "I know that new sled
will rust its runners if it isn't used pretty soon. Sunny must not
stay a minute later than you wish him to, and if the hill is too
crowded, let him come home. You can have fun with your sled in more
ways than just using it for coasting, you know, Son."

"Your grandmother and I are going over to Aunt Bessie's for lunch,
dear," Mrs. Horton said to Sunny Boy, who had already finished his
breakfast. "Harriet will give you yours. Don't stay out on the hill
longer than half-past eleven. Have you your sweater on, precious?"

"Yes'm," nodded Sunny Boy. "May I be excused, Mother? That's Nelson
whistling for me. I won't forget. Good-bye. I have to hurry." And
he kissed his family in great haste and ran out into the hall for his
overcoat and mittens and sled.




CHAPTER IV

ON COURT HILL

"Hello!" called Nelson Baker, as Sunny Boy came out on his front steps,
dragging his new sled with him. "Did you know it snowed in the night?
Can you go coasting?"