ant to
coast. You'll have to wait till I've had some fun."

Ruth was crying now and her little nose was red from the cold. She
looked so forlorn and uncomfortable that Sunny Boy's kind heart felt
sorry for her. He was anxious to coast and he hated to go home before
he had had any good times with his new sled, but he did not want Ruth
to cry.

"I'll go home with you," he said. "You sit on the sled and I'll pull
you."'

"Gee, will you take her home?" asked Nelson, in surprise. "That's
great! And then you can come back and we'll have packs of fun."

"All right," said Sunny Boy, though he was quite sure he couldn't come
back. It would be half-past eleven, he knew, before he could get home
and leave Ruth and come back to Court Hill; and Mother had said he must
stop coasting at half-past eleven. So, you see, he was really very
kind and good to take Ruth home and give up his own coasting fun to
make her happier.

Ruth sat down on her sled and held fast to Sunny Boy's sled, and he
pulled her all the way home, though she was a fat little girl and
pretty heavy for one boy to pull. And as soon as they were home again
and Ruth and her sled had gone into her house, Sunny Boy trotted around
to the kitchen door of his house to ask Harriet what time it was.

"Half-past eleven, just," answered Harriet. "Did you have a good time?"

CHAPTER V

THE SNOW MAN

Poor Sunny Boy! When Harriet said it was half-past eleven he felt like
crying himself, though of course a boy six years old doesn't cry about
anything if he can help it.

"Did you have a good time coasting?" asked Harriet again. She was
getting lunch ready and Sunny Boy was sure he smelled chicken soup.

"I didn't have any time," he explained sadly. "I tipped Ruth off the
sled and then she wanted to come home and I had to come with her,
'cause her mother won't let her cross streets all alone."

"And I suppose Nelson wanted to stay and enjoy himself," said Harriet.
"Well, never mind, Sunny Boy, next time you shall coast all morning, if
I have to go along to see that no one bothers you."

"Could I go this afternoon, Harriet?" asked Sunny Boy. "Mother didn't
say not to; she just said to come home at half-past eleven."

"Yes, I know she did," answered Harriet, putting salt in her soup and
then tasting it to be sure it was right. "But I don't think she wants
you to play on Court Hill in the afternoon when there will be a larger
crowd. I tell you what