regularly through the winter."

Bob positively grinned with delight as Grandpa Horton and Sunny Boy
shook hands with him and said good-bye. He looked so happy that Sunny
Boy asked his grandfather, when they were out in the street, if Bob
wanted to go to school.

"I don't know about that," replied Grandpa Horton, "though I think he
does. But Bob's mother told me he is wild to get in an office. He
wants to learn to use the typewriter. The poor lad has been staying
out of school trying to earn a little money since his father hurt his
arm. That is why he is afraid of policemen, Sunny Boy. He is really
playing hookey, though not for his own pleasure. Still, we must see
that he stays in school and has a fair chance."

Though Sunny Boy was in a great hurry to get home and tell his mother
and his grandma and Harriet about Bob, he was willing to wait while
Grandpa Horton stopped at the doctor's office and left word with the
nurse there to have the doctor stop at 674 White Street. That was the
house in which the Parkney family lived.

What a lot Sunny Boy and Grandpa Horton had to tell when they reached
home!

"I never heard anything so lucky in my life," declared Harriet, who
always was counted one of the family. "Mrs. Horton, don't you think I
ought to make some chicken soup for that boy? If he has a cold he is
probably all run down and needs nourishing things to eat."

"I wonder if I would have time to knit him a sweater before we go home