was brushing his hair. He could brush his own hair, of course, but
Mrs. Horton said she liked to do it for him and then she was quite sure
he wouldn't forget. "Did she wonder where we were?"

"Poor Miss May!" said Mrs. Horton. "She had a terrible day. Dear
Daddy went around last night to tell her you were all safe. Come and
sit in my lap, Sunny Boy, and I will tell you about it."

Sunny Boy climbed into his mother's lap and she moved her rocking chair
near the window so that she could see the postman when he came down the
street. She was expecting a letter from a friend.

"You see, precious," Mrs. Horton began, "Daddy saw that the storm was
getting worse, and he tried to telephone me to tell Harriet to go after
you. But the telephone wires were out of order and he couldn't get us;
so he sent a messenger. Harriet started out at once, but, as you know,
Miss May sent you home early, and by the time Harriet reached the
school you were gone. She hurried home, expecting to find you here.
And then wasn't I frightened when the afternoon went by and you didn't
come! I sent Harriet down to Daddy's office, and he came home. By and
by Mr. Smiley came and one or two other fathers to ask if we knew
anything about their children. Miss May started out in all the storm
to look for you, and a policeman had to bring her back, for the wind
was too much for her."

"Yes, it blew like--like anything!" agreed Sunny Boy. "Did you think I
was lost, Mother?"

"Yes, I did, precious. And so you were, you know," said Mrs. Horton,
kissing the back of his neck.