some children who didn't get even a candy cane from Santa Claus."

Sunny Boy glanced across the hall. From where he sat at the table he
could see his Christmas tree.

"I'll take them my candy canes," he said. "Mother is going to take the
tree down tomorrow. I ate only two canes, Daddy, so there are enough
left."

"All right," answered his daddy. "You may take the children anything
you wish. That family can use anything, and we won't let them refuse
our help. They'll be on their feet again the faster if they accept aid
before they are all discouraged."

The next morning Sunny Boy and his grandpa had to go alone to see the
poor family. From Daddy Horton's office came a telephone message that
he must come and see a man on very important business before nine
o'clock, and he had only time to eat his breakfast and run for a car.
But Grandpa Horton promised him that he would see to the Parkneys.
That was their name--Mr. and Mrs. Parkney and Bob, Joe, Elsie, Alice,
Kitty, Ned, and Charlie Parkney. Grandpa Horton had the names written
down on a slip of paper.

"Are you sure the sick boy hasn't anything he can pass on to Sunny
Boy?" asked Mrs. Horton, a little bit worried as she tied up a bundle
for them to carry. "You are sure it is only a cold?"

"Sure," said Grandpa Horton. "Positive. The poor lad is as hoarse as
a crow. Got the New Year cakes and the candy canes, Sunny Boy? Then I
think we are ready to start."