to snow.
I'm going coasting right after breakfast."

"Oh, you are, are you?" said Daddy, beginning to tickle Sunny Boy.
"Maybe you'll have to study spelling or something like that, instead."
And then Sunny Boy began to tickle his father and they rolled and
tussled and threw pillows at each other till Mrs. Horton, who was
brushing her hair, declared she had never seen such a looking bed!

"No one can go coasting," she said firmly, "who doesn't get up this
minute and start to get dressed!"

And then Daddy Horton jumped out of bed on one side and Sunny Boy fell
out on the other and Daddy chased him into his room and they had
another pillow fight in there. Sunny Boy laughed and squealed so much
that Grandpa Horton came and tapped on his door and asked him what all
the fun was about.

Dear, dear, Sunny Boy was so excited that he could hardly get dressed
and he was going downstairs without having brushed his hair. But
Mother called him back and brushed it neatly for him. Before Sunny Boy
could eat his oatmeal he had to go down into the laundry where his new
sled was and bring it upstairs and put it in the front hall. Santa
Claus had brought him the sled for Christmas as well as the skates.

"Do you want to go coasting, Grandpa?" asked Sunny Boy eagerly.

"Well, no, I don't believe I do," Grandpa Horton replied. "You see,
your daddy asked me to go down to the office with him this morning, and
I think I will. Perhaps I'll come around and see you coast down once
or twice, if not to-day, to-morrow. Is there a good hill for coasting
in this neighborhood?"

"There is only one hill in the whole city," Mrs. Horton explained. "I
suppose all the children in Centronia will be there this morning.
Don't you think Sunny Boy is too little to go alone, Daddy?"

"Oliver Dunlap and Nelson Baker will go, Mother," said Sunny Boy
anxiously. "All the fellows are going, Daddy."

Mr. Horton laughed and gave Harriet his cup for more coffee.

"I think Sunny Boy will be all right," he said. "I know that new sled
will rust its runners if it isn't used pretty soon. Sunny must not
stay a minute later than you wish him to, and if the hill is too
crowded, let him come home. You can have fun with your sled in more
ways than just using it for coasting, you know, Son."

"Your grandmother and I are going over to Aunt Bessie's for lunch,
dear," Mrs. Horton said to Sunny Boy, who had already finished his
breakfast. "Harriet will give you