were skating or learning to skate. There were big boys and little boys
and tall girls and short girls and good skaters and poor ones. Now and
then a long line of skaters, hands joined, swept down the pond,
shouting.

Sunny Boy beamed. He was very glad that he had come and he wanted to
sit down on the grass and put on his skates at once.

"I think we'll walk around to the other end of the pond, dear," said
Grandpa Horton. "There are not so many people there, and I'll be able
to walk out on the ice a little way with you till you learn to keep
your balance. Don't put on your skates till we get to that white post."

Sunny Boy took his grandfather's hand and they tramped around the pond
till they reached a place where there were fewer skaters. A tall
policeman was telling a pretty girl that she could not leave her
sweater on the bank.

"It wouldn't be there when you got back, Miss," he said. "The only
wise thing to do is to carry all extras with you--that is if you want
'em."

The pretty girl skated off, carrying her sweater, and the policeman
turned and saw Sunny Boy struggling to put on his skates.

"Well, I guess I know you!" said the policeman, smiling. "You go to
Miss May's school, don't you?"

It was the same policeman Sunny Boy had met when all the children at
Miss May's school had lost their coats before Thanksgiving (and that