nt sailing up in
his little car.

Sunny obediently wandered around a turn in the corridor. He saw only a
counter, but he guessed that to be the desk. He remembered it was
where his father had gone to arrange for their rooms the night before.

"Please," he began, standing on tiptoes and grasping the edge of the
counter with both hands. "Please, where is our room?"

"Eh, what?" demanded the startled clerk, bending down to see the small
person speaking to him. "Your room? Have you lost your key?"

"Haven't any key," explained Sunny Boy gravely. "I came out, and when
I went to go back I couldn't find our door."

"All right, we'll fix you up," promised the clerk. "Jack, lift this
young man up so I won't have to strain my voice."

A bell-boy lifted Sunny to the counter, and he sat there comfortably,
sure that the clerk would solve his troubles for him.

"What floor are you on?" asked the clerk capably.

"I don't know," confessed Sunny Boy.

"Well, then, give us your name."

"Sunny Boy," announced Sunny cheerfully.

The clerk laughed, and the bell-boys standing about snickered.

"No Sunny Boy registered," announced the clerk, running his finger
down the register, where hotel guests write their names. "Haven't you
any other name you use when you're traveling around?"

"Oh, no," insisted Sunny Boy. "Daddy and Mother always call me
that--just Sunny Boy."

"But you have to have a regular name," protested the clerk. "When you
go to school--Oh, you don't go to school! Well, what is Daddy's name?
Your last name must be the same as his."

Then Sunny Boy understood.

"Daddy's name is Harry Horton, and I am named for Grandpa, Arthur
Bradford Horton," he announced rapidly. "An' we live in Centronia."

"Now you're talking," said the clerk approvingly. "Here you are." He
read from the big register: "'Mr. and Mrs. Harry Horton and son'.
You're son. And your room is 1038. Jack, you take him up, will you?
Is any one there, or have they gone out and left you alone?"

Sunny Boy explained that his mother was lying down, and Jack lifted
him from the counter and went over with him to the elevator.

"He lost his room," he told the elevator boy as they shot up. "Didn't
you bring him down?"

"Must have come down in one of the other cars," said the elevator boy.
"I don't remember him. Here's your floor."

Jack showed Sunny Boy which was the door to his room, and, still
grinning at the idea of losing one's way in a hotel, he w