MR. HARRIS BRINGS A LETTER
Sunny BOY did not go to school the next day. There was no school to go
to. Though, even if there had been, he would not have gone, because he
did not wake up till half past ten, and then Mother and Harriet brought
his breakfast up to him on the pretty wicker tray.
When Sunny Boy had had his breakfast, he started to dress. While he
was dressing he told his mother and Harriet all the things that had
happened to him and the other children the day before. He had gone to
sleep almost as soon as Mr. Parkney brought him home. Of course Mrs.
Horton was anxious to hear what had happened to him after school was
dismissed that snowy morning.
It had stopped snowing--Harriet said it stopped during the night--and
the walks rang with the cheerful sound of shovels as men and boys went
about cleaning the pavements and streets. The sun came out, too, and
the outdoors was very beautiful, but so dazzling it made Sunny Boy
blink his eyes whenever he looked out of the window.
"Did Miss May know we were lost?" Sunny Boy asked his mother while she
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.
"There comes Mr. Harris!" cried Sunny Boy, as the postman came down the
street. "Let me go, Mother. Perhaps there is a letter for me!"
Sunny Boy was always expecting letters, though he seldom wrote any. He
wrote to Grandpa Horton now and then, to be sure, and at Christmas time
he wrote one or two "thank you" letters to the relatives and friends
who sent him Christmas presents. But, as a rule, he did not write
letters, and that is probably the reason he did not receive many.
Still, it is fun to expect letters, and Sunny Boy liked to say: "Any
for me?" to the postman.
"Hello, you didn't get snowed in after all, did you?" said kind Mr.
Harris, smiling at Sunny Boy when he opened the door. "You had this
house in a turmoil yesterday, young man."
"What's a turmoil?" asked Sunny Boy.
"It's an upset," replied the postman. "What happened to you, anyway?"
Sunny Boy explained, while Mr. Harris went through his package of
letters which he carried in his hand.
"And we came home in Mr. Parkney's sleigh," finished Sunny Boy. "Have
you any letters for me, Mr. Harris?"
"Two for your mother, and a paper for your daddy," said Mr. Harris
slowly. "And--let--me--see--" He began to go over his letters again,
very slowly. "Let--me--see--" he said again. "Oh, here it is! I
thought I'd lost it. Are you Arthur Bradford Horton? You are? Well,
Sunny Boy, here's a nice, big, square white letter for you. And I'm
glad the blizzard didn't blow you away."
Sunny Boy took his letter eagerly, mumbled "thank you," and ran
upstairs as fast as he could go.
"Oh, Mother, look!" he shouted. "I have a letter! It's addressed to
me from somebody. Did Aunt Bessie write to me?"
"Open your letter and read it," said Mrs. Horton laughingly.
Sunny Boy took the paper knife she gave him and cut the envelope as he
had seen his daddy do.
"It isn't a letter; it's a Christmas card," he said in disappointment.
"Oh, no, precious, no one would sent you a Christmas card in January,"
declared Mrs. Horton. "See, dear, it is an invitation to a party.
Oliver Dunlap is eight years old next week and he is going to have a
birthday party. Won't that be fun!"
Sunny Boy was glad Oliver had sent him an invitation to his party and
not a Christmas card. He spent the greater part of the afternoon
writing an answer to the letter. First he wrote it in pencil, and when
he had shown the pencil copy to Mother and Harriet and Aunt Bessie (who
came to lunch and to see if Sunny Boy was quite well after his snow
storm experience) and they had all said it was a very nice answer
indeed, he copied it in ink. He had to do this five times before it
satisfied him. Sunny Boy would not send a letter to Oliver with the
tiniest spot of ink on it, and he was willing to do a thing over and
over and over to get it right. Before he had finished putting the
stamp on the envelope--Harriet said Sunny Boy shook the house when he
put a stamp on a letter, and indeed he thumped it as though he were
pounding with a brick--Nelson and Ruth Baker came over to see him.
"Did you get lost yesterday?" asked Nelson. "When did you get home?
We only had one session in school."
Nelson went to the public school and he had to go to school in the
afternoon unless the principal decided to have only one session, as he
often did when it stormed.
"Are you going to Oliver's party?" said Ruth. "We are. What are you
going to take him?"
Sunny Boy could tell Nelson all about getting lost and when he came
home, and he could explain to Ruth that he was going to Oliver's party.
But he could not tell her what birthday gift he meant to take Oliver,
because he hadn't thought about it.
He asked Mother, after Nelson and Ruth had gone home, and she said they
would go down town some afternoon before the party and find something
nice.
The telephone man came to fix the wires that afternoon, and when Daddy
Horton came home to dinner he said that much of the snow had been
cleared away in the streets.
The next morning Sunny Boy started off to school and Daddy walked with
him up to the steps, as he had done the snowy morning. It was very
cold, but all the walks were clear and the great high walls of snow
that had been piled up along the pavements made fine places for jumping
boys. Sunny Boy tried several himself, and Daddy had to remind him
that it was a quarter to nine, or he might have been late for school.
Every one talked about the blizzard in school. All the children wanted
to hear from those who had been lost, and Sunny Boy and Jimmie and
Perry and Carleton and the three little girls were kept busy answering
questions. Miss May and Miss Davis asked questions, too, and even when
they did get at their lessons they read snow stories and drew sleighs
and horses and snow forts on the blackboard.
But after that day, Oliver Dunlap's party was the most exciting thing
talked about. There might be another snowstorm but, as Oliver said, he
wouldn't be eight years old again that winter.
"Oliver's party is to-morrow, and I haven't any birthday present for
him yet," Sunny Boy said to his family at breakfast the day before the
party.
"We'll go down town and get it this afternoon, as soon as lunch is
over," Mrs. Horton promised. "I didn't mean to leave it till the last
minute, dear, but I have been very busy. Hurry home from school, and
we'll go and buy him something nice."
After school Sunny Boy hurried home, and he and Mother went down town
shopping as soon as they had had lunch. They looked at ever so many
things which might please Oliver, and finally they decided that a
little flashlight he could carry in his pocket would be a good birthday
gift for him. They bought it, and Mrs. Horton wrapped it up nicely and
Sunny Boy wrote on a little white card, "Many Happy Returns of the Day
from Sunny Boy to Oliver," and this was tied on the outside of the
package.
The next day was Oliver's birthday. It happened to be a Saturday.
Miss Davis said this was lucky, or she didn't know what might have
happened in school. She said no one could expect children who were
going to a party in the afternoon to be very much interested in
learning to spell and write in the morning.
The party was to be from two to five o'clock, and Sunny Boy, in his
best white flannel suit, and carrying Oliver's present under his arm,
started about quarter of two for the birthday boy's house.
At the same time the door of the Bakers' house opened.
"Going to the party?" called Nelson, running down the steps of his
house, followed by Ruth. "What did you get for Oliver?"
Sunny Boy told him. Nelson said he had a story book to give Oliver.
Ruth had a little silver pencil, she said. Sunny Boy thought that Ruth
looked very pretty, dressed all in white from her white rubbers to her
white fur hat. She didn't complain about her feet being cold, either.
But that may have been because Oliver did not live very far away.
There were about twenty children at the party, when all the guests had
arrived. Mrs. Dunlap and Oliver shook hands with each, and the boys
put their hats and coats in Oliver's room while the little girls put
theirs in his mother's. Sunny Boy knew nearly all the children except
one, a boy who seemed older than any of the others and who, whenever he
had a chance, teased the girls by pulling their hair-ribbons or putting
out his foot to trip them as they went past him in the games.
"That's Jerry Mullet," whispered Oliver to Sunny Boy. "He's a cousin
of Perry Phelps'. I didn't know he was visiting Perry when I sent the
invitations, but Mrs. Phelps called up Mother and asked if Jerry
couldn't come to the party. I don't like him very much, do you?"
"Oh, I guess so," said Sunny Boy, who wanted to be polite and who liked
Perry Phelps so much he wanted to like his cousin, too.
Among the games they played were several in which prizes were given to
those who won the game. Ruth Baker won the spider web prize, much to
her delight, for she was the youngest of the little girls, and it made
her feel quite grown up to be asked to an eight-year-old party and to
win a prize also.
"We are going to play the donkey game before supper," announced Mrs.
Dunlap, after they had played several other games. "The donkey game is
old, but Oliver thinks you will like it," went on Mrs. Dunlap. "I will
blindfold you, children. You first, Jerry."
Jerry was blindfolded and turned around three times. Then he started
for the picture of the donkey pinned up on the wall. A shout of
laughter greeted him when he pinned the tail on one of the donkey's
long ears.
Nelson Baker was next, and he pinned the tail on a leg. Helen Graham
pinned it on his neck. Dorothy Peters took a long time to decide where
she would stab her pin and then, after all her trouble, only succeeded
in pinning the tail on the donkey's nose. Child after child went up,
and not one of them pinned the tail anywhere near the place where a
donkey's tail should grow.
"Now, Sunny Boy, you come and try it," said Mrs. Dunlap, smiling at
Sunny Boy. "Never mind if these children do laugh. They are ready to
laugh at nothing now. You pin the tail on the donkey, and then we'll
go out to the dining-room and see what Kate has to surprise us."