"And he said you were good to pull me off the ice," added Sunny Boy.

"Shucks, that wasn't anything to do," said Bob. "I wasn't afraid of
seeing a policeman, either. But they always tell you to get a move on
or to go on where you're going, or something like that. I just don't
have any use for a policeman."

"You'll get your throat tired," said wise little Sunny Boy, who saw
that Bob was excited over the mention of the policeman. He sat up in
bed and his cheeks were very red. "I'll show you how to play the
baseball game. You don't have to talk to play that."

They were having such a good time playing the baseball game that
neither one of them heard Grandpa Horton come into the room. He said
it was time for him and Sunny Boy to go home, but Bob was so eager to
finish an inning that Grandpa Horton said he would wait a few minutes.
Bob won, and this seemed to please him very much.

"I've going to leave word at Doctor Stacy's as we go past his office,"
said Grandpa Horton, buttoning Sunny Boy into his coat. "He will drop
in to-day to see your father and look you over, Bob. We won't try to
pay you for what you did for Sunny Boy, but you must understand that
you have made at least four good friends for life--Sunny Boy's father
and mother and his grandma and grandpa--and we claim the right of
friends to look after you. Your father has taken the sensible view,
and we've arranged matters so that you will all be more comfortable
till your father's arm heals. Then, when he has a job and you're rid
of that cold, you must go back to school. Sunny Boy's father may have
a place in his office this summer for a boy who goes to school