e.

"Now we'll go up," chattered Alice. "I just love going up and looking
out over the bay when we get there."

Sunny Boy planted his feet firmly on the stone floor.

"I isn't going up," he announced quietly.

"Why, Sunny! Why not? Don't you want to?" several voices urged him at
once.

Sunny Boy shook his head.

"I'll wait for you," he said politely.

"But we've been up," declared Dick and Paul. "Nobody ever comes 'way
out to the Island and not go up. What will people say?"

"You haven't seen the Statue of Liberty at all," cried Alice, greatly
disappointed.

"I'd rather not," insisted Sunny Boy.

The two mothers looked at each other and laughed.

"I went up with Harry years ago," said Mrs. Horton. "Of course I
should like Sunny Boy to have the experience, but he'll come to New
York other times I hope. Anyway, I can't agree with Alice that he
hasn't seen the statue. He can learn the dimensions when he studies
arithmetic."

Sunny Boy wasn't quite sure in his own mind why he refused to take the
elevator, as people all around him were doing, and go to the top of
the statue. He only knew that he would be dreadfully unhappy if any
one made him go.

He was very quiet on the trip back, but all the children were a little
tired from their busy day and not so inclined to be hilarious as
earlier in the afternoon. They all said good-bye to Sunny Boy at the
ferry, for the Kennedys took a different way from Sunny Boy and his
mother.

"We're going home in the subway," said Mrs. Kennedy, kissing Mrs.
Horton. "It's the quickest way to travel. I think you're foolish to
drag Sunny around on the surface cars."

"I want to wait till his father can go with us," answered Mrs. Horton.
"Your noisy old subways make me nervous, Adele."

Sunny Boy, sleepily leaning against Mother's shoulder in the crowded
street car, remembered this.

"What's a subway?" he asked drowsily. "Where is it, Mother?"

"You'll find out perhaps to-morrow, if Daddy isn't too busy," Mother
assured him. "Oh, precious, see this poor old woman."

Sunny Boy sat up, wide awake instantly.

An old woman, bent and lame, had entered the car and stood swaying,
trying to reach a hanger. She had a worn old shawl over her shoulders
and carried a big basket.

Sunny Boy slipped out of his place.

"Here's a seat for you," he called clearly.

The woman sat down heavily, mumbling her thanks, and Sunny Boy had to
stand the rest of the way home. Not that he minde