THE PARKNEY FAMILY
"Happy new year, precious!" said Mother, coming into Sunny Boy's room
to put down his window the next morning.
"Happy New Year, Sunny Boy!" cried Grandpa and Grandma Horton, when
they met him in the hall on the way to breakfast.
"Happy New Year, Son!" said Daddy Horton, catching him in his arms and
lifting him as high as the Christmas tree which still stood in one
corner of the parlor.
"Happy New Year, Sunny Boy!" cried Harriet, waving a dish towel at him
when he peeped into her kitchen.
"I think New Year is nice," said Sunny Boy, when Mother said he might
have two waffles for his breakfast because of the holiday. Usually
Mother said that hot cakes were not good for little boys.
After breakfast Sunny Boy brought down his lead soldiers from the
playroom and played with them on the rug before the fire place. This
was the last day the Christmas tree would be left standing, Mother
Horton said, so he liked to stay near it.
"When will it be time to pass the New Year cakes?" he asked Harriet,
when she came in to bring more wood for the fire.
"This afternoon," she answered. "When the callers come."
Sunny Boy's Aunt Bessie came to dinner, which was at one o'clock as on
Sunday, and Sunny Boy was very glad to see her. She brought him a
little set of bells and showed him how he could play a tune on them by
striking them with a wooden mallet. Sunny Boy could play "Annie
Laurie" before the afternoon was over.
After dinner came visitors. They were all grown up people, and Mrs.
Horton and Aunt Bessie gave them tea to drink and sandwiches from the
tea wagon and Sunny Boy, in his best white flannel sailor suit, passed
them the plates of New Year cakes which Harriet had baked. They were
delicious little cakes with caraway seeds and pink sugar on them, and
Sunny Boy had three for himself.
It was nearly six o'clock before the "company" as Sunny Boy called
them, had gone. Then, to his surprise, his daddy came into the parlor
with his overcoat on and his hat in his hand.
"Olive," he said to Sunny Boy's mother, "I'm going over to Dover street
in the River Section for a short call. Father is going with me. We
heard this afternoon of a family who are pretty hard up."
"Is there anything I can send them?" asked Mrs. Horton. "Harriet will
heat up some soup and you can carry it in the vacuum bottle."
"Let me go with you, Daddy?" begged Sunny Boy. "I can carry some New
Year cakes."
"We are not going to take anything till we find out what is needed,"
answered Mr. Horton. "From what I've heard, I'm afraid that this
family was overlooked at Christmas. The husband is out work and there
are several children."
"Who are the children?" asked Sunny Boy, when his daddy and grandfather
had gone. "What are their names, Mother? Are there any little boys?"
"I don't know, precious," replied Mrs. Horton, "but I think likely.
Suppose you and I and Grandma go upstairs and look through the Square
Box and see if we have some clothes to send them. I am pretty sure
Daddy will come back and tell us that they need warm clothes."
Sunny Boy knew all about the Square Box. It stood in the hall closet
next to the bathroom, and in it Mrs. Horton put all his clothes that
were too small for him to wear and all the clothes her friends gave
her, and her own clothes and those of Mr. Horton's that they could no
longer wear. Everything was cleaned and mended before it was put in
the box, and then, when she heard of some family who did not have
enough clothes to wear in winter, or who needed something clean and
cool in summer, Mrs. Horton could go to the Square Box and find just
what was wanted.
"I hope you didn't give away everything for Christmas," said Grandma
Horton anxiously.
Sunny Boy hoped so, too. He knew that his mother had sent several
bundles of clothes away at Christmas time and the minister had
telephoned her twice for clothes for his poor people. But Mother
Horton said there were still some clothes left in the Square Box.
"Here is a good coat for a little girl and three sets of underwear for
a man," she said, when they had opened the box. "And this is a warm
dress for the mother, if she needs one. And if Daddy comes home and
tells us he needs other things for the family, we'll get them for him."
"Are there any little boys?" shouted Sunny Boy, as soon as his daddy
opened the front door.
Daddy and Grandpa Horton were covered with snow, for it had begun to
snow again. They were cold and hungry, too, and Mrs. Horton said that
Harriet should put the hot supper on the table and they could talk
while they ate.
"I'd like to have that family up at Brookside just a month," declared
Grandpa Horton, stirring his tea. "I tell you, Olive, we don't have
such cases in the country. There's a man and wife and seven children,
living in two rooms."
"Did they have any Christmas?" asked Grandma Horton.
"Not a sign," said Grandpa Horton. "The man has been out of work for
two months and he won't go near the charity bureau. He has an injured
arm and he ought to be under a doctor's treatment. There's a boy sick
in bed, too, with a heavy cold, and the mother is about ready to give
up. But they won't take charity--say they'll starve first."
"We built them a fire," Mr. Horton explained. "And I went out and
bought them food for a good supper--told the man he could pay me when
he got work. I think I can make him see a doctor to-morrow. And I
must find a job for him."
"I have some clothes in the Square Box," said Mrs. Horton. "I can get
more, if you will persuade them to accept such things. I don't think
they ought to refuse because of the children. If Sunny Boy had no warm
coat to wear I think I'd take one from any one who would give it to me."
"I could take the sick boy a New Year cake," declared Sunny Boy, who
had been listening. "Is he as big as I am, Daddy?"
"I should say he was about fourteen years old," replied Mr. Horton. "I
don't know but I will take you to-morrow morning, Sunny. You'll see
some children who didn't get even a candy cane from Santa Claus."
Sunny Boy glanced across the hall. From where he sat at the table he
could see his Christmas tree.
"I'll take them my candy canes," he said. "Mother is going to take the
tree down tomorrow. I ate only two canes, Daddy, so there are enough
left."
"All right," answered his daddy. "You may take the children anything
you wish. That family can use anything, and we won't let them refuse
our help. They'll be on their feet again the faster if they accept aid
before they are all discouraged."
The next morning Sunny Boy and his grandpa had to go alone to see the
poor family. From Daddy Horton's office came a telephone message that
he must come and see a man on very important business before nine
o'clock, and he had only time to eat his breakfast and run for a car.
But Grandpa Horton promised him that he would see to the Parkneys.
That was their name--Mr. and Mrs. Parkney and Bob, Joe, Elsie, Alice,
Kitty, Ned, and Charlie Parkney. Grandpa Horton had the names written
down on a slip of paper.
"Are you sure the sick boy hasn't anything he can pass on to Sunny
Boy?" asked Mrs. Horton, a little bit worried as she tied up a bundle
for them to carry. "You are sure it is only a cold?"
"Sure," said Grandpa Horton. "Positive. The poor lad is as hoarse as
a crow. Got the New Year cakes and the candy canes, Sunny Boy? Then I
think we are ready to start."
Sunny Boy had found seven candy canes on his Christmas tree and he had
wrapped each one separately. There would be a cane for each Parkney
child. Harriet had helped him make seven little packages of cakes.
And, with Daddy's help, the night before he had picked out a toy for
each child. He could not go to sleep until he had chosen the toys.
Though, of course, he did not have anything especially for girls, he
thought they would like the games and the jack-in-the box, and Mother
Horton said she knew they would.
It was lucky that Sunny Boy and Grandpa Horton liked to walk, for the
Parkneys did not live near a car line. There was only one trolley line
that went through the River Section, anyway, and they lived many blocks
from that. Grandpa Horton carried a large bundle in one hand and a
basket Harriet had packed in the other. Sunny Boy had his toys and
candy and cakes.
"Here is the house," said Grandpa Horton, stopping suddenly before a
house that looked so old and dirty and shabby you would not think
people could live in it. The shutters were missing from most of the
windows and the door stood wide open.
"Now stay close to me," said Grandpa Horton. "It is dark in the halls,
and I don't want to lose you."
It was dark in the halls and dark on the stairs. They passed many
doors and they heard people talking, but they saw no one. Sunny Boy
followed Grandpa till they had climbed three flights of stairs and were
on the fourth floor of the house. Then Grandpa Horton knocked on a
door.
"Come in," called a man's voice.
Sunny Boy clung to Grandpa Horton's coat and stared around him. They
had stepped into a room that did not look like any room he had ever
seen before. There were no chairs at all and only one table. A stove
in one corner had a good fire in it, and a man, with one arm in a
sling, sat near it, on a soap box.
"How do you do, Mr. Parkney?" said Grandpa Horton cheerfully. "This is
my little grandson, Sunny Boy. He wanted to see your children and wish
them a Happy New Year."
The man smiled at Sunny Boy and Mrs. Parkney came out of the other room
when she heard the voices.
"I believe I'm better," Mr. Parkney declared. "And I've decided to go
to the doctor as you said, Mr. Horton. Perhaps if I get this arm well
and get a job, I can pay back all you've done for me."
"Why, certainly you can," said Grandpa Horton. "Or you can give some
one else a lift, which will be better. Now I want to talk to you and
Mrs. Parkney a few minutes. But where are the children? Sunny Boy has
something for them."
"They've all gone out, except Bob, of course," replied Mrs. Parkney.
"Well, then, Sunny Boy, suppose you go in and wish Bob a Happy New
Year," suggested Grandpa Horton. "Take him his candy and cakes and the
baseball game you brought him."
"You come, too," whispered Sunny Boy.
"You're not bashful, are you?" laughed Grandpa Horton. "Well, I'll go
with you and introduce you to Bob, then I'll have a talk with you, Mr.
Parkney."
Bob Parkney was lying on a mattress propped up between two chairs, not
a very comfortable bed for a sick boy. But Sunny Boy did not notice
the bed. He stared at Bob and Bob stared at him.
"Well, for goodness' sake!" cried Bob Parkney. "Where did you come
from?"