t thought so, too.

CHAPTER III

WHO WAS THE BIG BOY?

Although Sunny Boy and Grandpa were quite well the next morning, Daddy
Horton said he thought they had better stay in the house till after
lunch.

"It is much colder to-day. The thermometer dropped several degrees
last night," Daddy explained. "I think if you wait a few hours you'll
find it pleasanter out."

So Sunny Boy and Grandpa took this good advice and stayed in by the
living-room fire. They again told Grandma and Mother Horton about the
ice cracking, and Harriet, who was cleaning the dining-room, could not
get along very fast with her dusting because she was always coming to
the door to listen.

"That must have been Judge Layton, Father," said Mrs. Horton, when
Grandpa described the old gentleman whom Sunny Boy insisted on calling
"the other grandpa."

"I believe I did hear some one in the crowd call him 'judge,'" answered
Grandpa Horton.

"He has a granddaughter, Adele, I know," said Mrs. Horton. "And he is
so proud of her he goes everywhere with her. I hope he found her and
that she was not hurt."

"Oh, no one was hurt," replied Grandpa Horton. "There was a great deal
of shouting and screaming, but a pair of wet feet was the most any one
suffered, I feel sure. What is it, laddie?"

Sunny Boy had been standing quietly beside his grandfather's chair,
waiting for a chance to say something very important.

"I wish, Grandpa--" he began excitedly, "I wish the big boy who pulled
me off the ice had waited to see you. He was afraid of the policeman,
or maybe he might have stayed."

"I wish I had seen him," said Grandpa Horton seriously. "He must have
had his wits about him to get you out of that crowd so easily. That
was what was worrying me all the time--I was afraid that a little chap
like you would be knocked down by that struggling crowd."

"I wish I could see the boy," said Mrs. Horton wistfully. "I would
like so much to thank him, and Daddy would, too. Don't you even know
his name, Sunny?"

Sunny Boy shook his head.

"I forgot to ask him," he admitted.

"Well, never mind," said Grandpa cheerily. He did not believe, he
often said, in feeling sad over things you could not help. "Perhaps we
will see him again. You would know him, wouldn't you, Sunny Boy, if
you should see him on the street?"

"Ye-s, I guess I would," answered Sunny Boy. "His coat was ripped in
the back and where it didn't button, and he wore a blue sw