em was a motor truck, but before he could say so his
quick eyes had made out four moving legs.

"It's a horse and wagon," said Sunny Boy. "Let's ask the driver to
give us a ride home."

"Hey, mister!" shouted the boys as the wagon came close to them. "Let
us in? Where are you going? Let us ride with you, please?"

The horse stopped, but no one answered. It seemed, tired, poor animal,
and stood with its head down and winking its eyes to keep the snow out
of them.

"Let us ride with you?" said Jimmie Butterworth politely. "I think
some of us are lost."

Sunny Boy moved closer to the wagon. He peered in where the driver
should sit. He could not see any one, and he noticed that the reins
were tied around the whip handle.

"I don't believe any one is driving this horse," he said suddenly.

CHAPTER X

WHERE THE HORSE LIVED

Sunny Boy was right. The children stared at each other in surprise and
the little girls forgot that their feet were cold. Who ever heard of a
horse and wagon without a driver?

"Is he running away?" asked Jessie Smiley.

"Silly, of course he isn't," retorted Jimmie Butterworth. "A horse
can't run away in a snowstorm. I tell you what let's do--let's get in
and drive him home!"

"How do you know where he lives?" said Helen Graham.

"Oh, I guess I can find out," replied Jimmie, though he was wondering
how to find the answer to that question.

"Do you know how to drive a horse?" asked Sunny Boy.

"Well I never did, but I think I could," said Jimmie, who was a
good-natured boy and quite ready to try any kind of new experiment.

"You know how, don't you, Sunny Boy?" said Perry Phelps. "You went to
see your grandfather in the country, didn't you? And he has horses and
things. You drive us home."

"No," said Sunny Boy, "I don't know how to drive a horse like this.
Wait a minute, and I'll think."

The other children waited for him to think. Though he was the youngest
in his class, they had found out that Sunny Boy was often wiser than
they were and that he could be trusted to find a way to do things.
Miss Davis said that Sunny Boy was her "right-hand man."

"My daddy says," announced Sunny Boy, after he had thought a minute,
"that horses can go home all by themselves, so I guess this one can.
But if we all got into the wagon, the girls would cry and be afraid he
would run away."

"We wouldn't, either!" said Jessie Smiley crossly.

"Yes you would," Sunny Boy told her