ldom last
twenty-four hours. It may be a little hard going this morning, but the
walks will be cleared before it is time for him to come home. And if
the wind rises, let him stay at school till Harriet or some one can go
after him."

Sunny Boy had listened anxiously. He loved to go to school and he did
not mind the snow. Didn't he have a pair of real rubber boots and a
fur cap that covered his ears? And this was the first chance he had
had to go to school in a snowstorm. There had been snow, of course,
but it had always snowed in the night or after school was out, or
during the holidays. Now he was going to go to school while it was
snowing, just as Daddy Horton had done when he was a little boy.

"I wonder if Bob has rubber boots?" said Sunny Boy to Harriet, after
breakfast. She was watching him put on his boots in the hall.

"I don't know. But he won't be able to come to school to-day if he
has," replied Harriet. "The suburban trolleys won't run in a storm
like this. I don't think your mother ought to let you go to school
when it is snowing so hard."

Mr. Horton came downstairs, putting on his overcoat. He looked rather
serious. "The storm is worse than I thought," he said. "Sunny Boy, do
you want to go to school very much this morning?"

Sunny Boy's lip quivered. His eyes filled with tears. Couldn't he go,
after all?

"I put my rubber boots on," he said, trying not to cry, and holding out
his foot for Daddy to see.

Mr. Horton loved his little son dearly and he wanted him to be happy.
He saw that Sunny Boy would be sadly disappointed if he had to miss a
day in school.

"All right, you shall go," he said cheerfully. "I'll take you myself,
and I think we'll manage to get there. Good-bye, Mother. And don't
worry about us."

Mrs. Horton and Harriet stood at the parlor windows and watched Sunny
Boy go down the street, holding fast to his daddy's hand. The snow did
not drive in their faces, and it did not seem very cold.

"I like it, don't you?" cried Sunny Boy, tramping along in his rubber
boots and wishing that Daddy could walk to school with him every
morning.

Here and there they saw a man shoveling the sidewalk, and already teams
of horses and carts were standing at the street corners while gangs of
men and boys shoveled snow into them.

"Where do they take the snow?" asked Sunny Boy. "Why don't they leave
it on the street so people can go coasting?"

"Well, you see, Sunny Boy, i