t to
go downstairs and look around?"

Sunny Boy said he did, and they went down.

"He looks like one of Grandpa's horses," said Sunny Boy, indicating a
bay horse attached to a light delivery wagon. "Do you suppose he likes
to go on a boat, Mother?"

"Sure he does," replied the driver, who had overheard. "He likes to go
anywhere he doesn't have to use his own feet. That's what makes him so
fat."

Sunny Boy laughed, and a colored man driving a team of horses
harnessed to a wagon-load of empty barrels, rolled his eyes in
delight.

"You've said it," he cackled joyously. "Dat horse sure look like he
wished he was a automobile."

As the ferryboat drew near the New York side, Sunny Boy saw the
wonderful "sky line" which is famous all over the world--the outline
made by the tall buildings against the sky. Even a little boy could
appreciate the picture the tall skyscrapers made, some buildings
white, some gray, with here and there a gleaming gold dome against the
fleecy September clouds.

"What makes the boat go?" Sunny Boy thought to ask, as the gates were
opened and they were moving off with the crowd.

"Engines and steam," answered Mr. Horton. "And turn around and you'll
see who steered us."

Sunny Boy turned and saw a white-bearded, blue-capped man in a small
round pilot house above the deck. There was a wheel beside him which
he turned as he wanted the boat to go.

"We've been sailing on the what is its name, Daddy?" asked Sunny,
noticing for the first time large gold lettering below the pilot house
which he guessed to be the name of the boat.

"The 'Lansdowne'," answered Mr. Horton. "And a nice old ferryboat she
is. I don't know how you feel, Sunny, but I've had enough traveling
for a few hours. Can't we have lunch down town, Olive?"

"And not go up to the hotel?" said Mrs. Horton. "Why, I'm willing. I
know where I want to take Sunny Boy this afternoon, if you are going
up to Yonkers to meet that buyer from Chicago."

"Where?" demanded Sunny Boy eagerly. "Where are we going, Mother?"

Mrs. Horton smiled mysteriously.

"Let it be a surprise," she suggested. "You're having so many good
times, Sunny, that I'm afraid you'll find it hard to settle down and
go to school when we are home again."

"School!" That made Sunny Boy jump. But just then Daddy hailed a
street car, which they got on, and Sunny forgot everything else.

They found a clean, comfortable restaurant after a short ride on the
street car, a