down again. Yet the next
time he looked at the shelf the donkey wasn't there. Then he saw it
sitting on the foot of his bed, laughing. The donkey laughed so hard
and opened his mouth so very wide that Sunny Boy could see the gumdrops
down inside him.

"Ha! Ha!" laughed the donkey. "Didn't Jerry look funny? Ha! Ha!"

"Mother says we mustn't laugh at him any more," Sunny Boy told the
donkey. "You'll hurt his feelings."

But the donkey only laughed harder, and Sunny Boy began to laugh, too,
and he woke up laughing to find that it was morning and that he had
been dreaming about the donkey.

Sunny Boy saw Perry Phelps in Sunday school that afternoon, but Jerry
had not come with him.

"Jerry is so cross!" declared Perry. "He hardly speaks to me, and I'm
glad he is going home to-morrow."

And Monday, when Perry came to school, he announced that his cousin had
gone home. He lived in a city fifty miles from Centronia and did not
visit Perry very often.

"My father said it might snow to-day," said Oliver Dunlap, who seemed
to feel very happy and gay after his party. "And if it does, let's
have a snowball fight, shall we?"

Oliver had brought Miss Davis "some of the party" in a pretty paper
napkin, and she said he was a very thoughtful boy and she was sure
every one had had a good time Saturday afternoon.

All the boys were willing to have a snowball fight, and when a few
flakes of snow began to fall at recess time, Oliver shouted that now
there would be enough snow for the "bullets and things."

"Let me be on your side, Oliver?" asked Helen Graham coaxingly.

"On my side?" repeated Oliver. "There aren't going to be any girls in
this snowball fight. This is just us boys."

"I think you're mean!" cried Helen. "And I will, too, be on your side.
If you don't let us girls in the snowball fight, I'll go to Miss May
and tell her we want the back lot to play in after school. So there!"

And now it was Oliver's turn to be provoked.

"I think girls are perfectly horrid," he said crossly.

CHAPTER XIII

BRAVE LITTLE SUNNY BOY

Miss Davis, feeding the goldfish in the largest glass bowl, overheard
what Oliver said to Helen.

"Why, Oliver!" she said in surprise. "How impolite you are! How can
you say such a thing to Helen? Besides, didn't you have girls at your
birthday party?"

"Oh, girls are all right at parties," explained Oliver. "They always
go to parties. But I don't think girls should w