Friday," said Grandma Horton. "I could start it anyway, couldn't I,
Olive? I would love to knit a pure wool sweater for Bob."

"I must see that he has good clothes to wear to school," said Mrs.
Horton.

Grandpa Horton listened and laughed a little. He was sitting before
the fire, and he held Sunny Boy on his knee.

"What would you like to do for Bob, laddie?" he asked his grandson.
"If you can think of something I'll give you the money to buy it and
you and I will go downtown and shop to-morrow."

"I'd like to give him skates on shoes, like the ones Blake Garrison
has," said Sunny Boy promptly. "Bob's skates were old, rusty ones, and
he had 'em tied on with string, Grandpa. Would skates on shoes cost
too much?"

"They certainly would not!" said Grandpa Horton. "To-morrow morning
we'll go down to the best store selling sporting goods in Centronia and
buy the best pair of skates we can find."

When Mr. Horton came home that night he had to hear all about Bob, of
course. And he was as surprised and pleased as the others had been,
and at once began to plan to do something for the boy who had been so
kind to his own boy.

"He must go back to school as soon as he is well, and from what Dr.
Stacey tells me that will be by the time the vacation is over," Daddy
Horton said. "I stopped in at the doctor's office on my way home