en found again.

She held him in her lap all the time Mr. Parkney and Bob were
explaining how they came to bring him home. When Mr. Horton tried to
thank them, Mr. Parkney stopped him.

"I'm only trying to do for your family one-tenth part of what you've
done for me and mine," he said, though Sunny Boy was so sleepy he
didn't hear him very well and had to ask Mother the next day what he
had said. "There isn't anything the Parkneys, from the two-year-old to
Mrs. Parkney and me, wouldn't do for you, Mr. Horton."

CHAPTER XI

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 sta