Baker called to Daddy Horton.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Horton," she said, hurrying out with a scarf tied
over her pretty hair. "My nephew just telephoned to know if he could
take Nelson and Ruth bobsledding on the hill before dinner. They are
at dancing school this afternoon; but I wonder if you wouldn't let
Sunny Boy go. He hasn't had any fun at all to-day. This morning he
came home with Ruth because she was cold and cried, and then this
afternoon the snow man fell on him. My nephew is very careful, and he
would be glad to take all these boys. May I tell him they will meet
him at the Hill? He is on the 'phone now."
"Oh, Daddy, let me go!" cried Sunny Boy. "I never went on a bobsled.
Please, Daddy."
Mr. Horton knew Blake Garrison, Mrs. Baker's nephew, and he knew he was
careful and very fond of younger children. Blake was a senior in high
school and had a splendid sled. It was just like him to think of his
little cousins and to want to give them pleasure. So Sunny Boy was
allowed to go, and the other boys went with him. They had all started
to go coasting anyway, they explained to Mr. Horton, when they passed
Sunny Boy's house and Oliver told them about the snow man. Their
mothers would not worry, they said, if they came home by five o'clock.
"Hello, everybody!" said Blake Garrison, when the six small boys found
him at the top of Court Hill. Most of them knew him by sight and he,
it seemed, knew all their names.
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