Truth to tell, Sunny Boy had a hazy idea that "light work" meant
something to do with electric lights or gas; but though it turned out
that Judge Layton wanted a man to take care of a small country place he
had bought that winter, Sunny Boy's quick thought proved a happy one.

"I do believe that is the man for you," said Grandpa Horton quickly.

Then, in a few words, he told the Judge about the Parkney family. Of
course nothing was settled that morning, but Judge Layton and his wife
came over in the evening to see the Hortons and to learn more about the
Parkneys. In a day or two the Judge went to see Mr. Parkney, and
before the month was out the Parkneys were comfortably established in
the farmhouse which Judge Layton insisted on putting in good order for
them.

Mr. Parkney's arm was much better and Bob's cold was entirely cured by
the time they moved. The four children who were of school age came
into Centronia every day on the trolley car and Bob declared that
nothing could keep him from going to school now that he had a prospect
of learning to use the typewriter that summer. Judge Layton engaged
Mr. Parkney to look after the farm during the winter and to see that no
tramps came along and set fire to the barns or cut down any of the
valuable trees. There was no really hard work for him to do, and he
was so contented and happy that he did not seem like the same man.
Mrs. Parkney was happy, too. As for the children, they thought Mr.
Horton and his family were fairies.

"I never saw such dandy skates," said Bob, when Sunny Boy gave them to
him. "They must have cost a heap of money. I can't say thank you