"You come, too," whispered Sunny Boy.

"You're not bashful, are you?" laughed Grandpa Horton. "Well, I'll go
with you and introduce you to Bob, then I'll have a talk with you, Mr.
Parkney."

Bob Parkney was lying on a mattress propped up between two chairs, not
a very comfortable bed for a sick boy. But Sunny Boy did not notice
the bed. He stared at Bob and Bob stared at him.

"Well, for goodness' sake!" cried Bob Parkney. "Where did you come
from?"




CHAPTER VII

THE OTHER GRANDPA

"Why, Sunny Boy!" said Grandpa Horton, much surprised, "do you know
Bob?"

"He's the boy--" Sunny Boy began in such a hurry that he choked. "Oh,
Grandpa, he's the boy that pulled me off the ice!" he finished in one
breath.

"Well, I never!" said Grandpa Horton, in astonishment. "I never
thought of that, and Bob didn't mention ice to me. Is that what gave