"Why, Sunny Boy!" she cried. "How did you ever get here in weather
like this? Where is your mother? Come in quickly, out of the storm."

It was Mrs. Parkney, and Sunny Boy was so surprised that before he
could say a word he found himself in the warm kitchen with the seven
Parkney children and Mr. and Mrs. Parkney all standing around him and
Jimmie.

"Does a horse live here?" was Sunny Boy's first question. "He's
waiting outside your barn. And the other children are there, too."

Mr. Parkney, who by the way looked strong and well again, soon had
everything all straight. He and Bob went out to the barn and put the
horse in his stall and brought back the five children. Mrs. Parkney
spread a red cloth on the kitchen table, for the kitchen was cozy and
warm and no amount of snow from rubber boots and little shoes could
harm the linoleum floor, and began to get them something to eat.

"They must be starved, poor lambs," she said, "It is almost three
o'clock."

You see, the children had been walking ever since half-past eleven
o'clock that morning and had had nothing to eat since their breakfasts.
No wonder they were tired and hungry.

"I don't see how you could walk away out here," said Bob Parkney,
pouring milk into the bowls his mother had put out on the table. "I
did it this forenoon, and I was dead tired when I got home."

"Bob walked to school, because the trolley cars were not running,"