not taken cold and asked if he had "found his little girl?"

"Oh, yes, thank you, Adele turned up safe and sound and smiling,"
replied Adele's grandfather. "By the way, I think friends should at
least know each other's names. I am Judge Layton."

"I am Arthur B. Horton," answered Sunny Boy's grandpa. "This is my
grandson and namesake, called Sunny Boy for convenience. I'm visiting
my son, Harry Horton."

"I've met him a number of times in court," said Judge Layton. "And I
am more than glad to know his father and his son. You live on a farm,
I believe Mr. Horton? I think I've heard your son mention 'Brookside.'"

The two grandfathers talked about the country and about farms--Judge
Layton had been brought up on a farm and had never lost his interest in
farming--and Sunny Boy, waiting politely and patiently, was not exactly
listening. He was playing with a piece of snow and ice and wishing
that Grandpa Horton would hurry so that he could, take the skates to
Bob Parkney. Then, suddenly, he heard the Judge say something that
sounded very interesting.

"I need an honest man, for while the work is light the place must be
well looked after," he said. "I can't get any one I'll trust. Few men
with families are willing to go outside the city limits, and there is
no one to board a single man. I'd give a good deal to get hold of the
right kind of man."

"Grandpa," whispered Sunny Boy, pulling Grandpa Horton's coat sleeve.
"Grandpa, Daddy says Mr. Parkney should do light work."