Then the old gentleman threw back his head and
laughed and laughed. He laughed so heartily that Sunny Boy had to
laugh, too, though he could not see that there was anything funny to
laugh at.
"Well, poor James Ridley has made a mess of it as usual," said the old
gentleman, when he could stop laughing. "I suppose, because I called
Adele my little girl, he went about looking for a child. She is
seventeen and able to take care of herself almost anywhere. Well,
child, if I were your grandfather I'd want some one to look after you,
so suppose you stay with me till we see if your grandpa is here. He
wouldn't go home without you, that much I know."
Sunny Boy felt better, with a tall, kindly old gentleman to walk about
with him, but he wished that they could find Grandpa Horton before his
feet were too cold to walk on. And then, just as he was sure his shoes
were frozen fast to his toes, he saw dear Grandpa Horton!
"Grandpa!" he shouted. "Here I am, Grandpa! We've been looking all
over for you."
"And I've been about crazy, looking for you," said Grandpa Horton,
hurrying up to them. "Are you all right, Sunny Boy? Are you cold?
Are you wet? How did you get ashore?"
The other grandfather laughed again as he shook hands with Grandpa
Horton.
"He's all right, though I suspect his feet are pretty wet," he said.
"I would have bundled him off home, but I knew you would be terribly
anxious and I couldn't pick you out of the crowd without his help.
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