"I don't know about that," replied Grandpa Horton, "though I think he
does. But Bob's mother told me he is wild to get in an office. He
wants to learn to use the typewriter. The poor lad has been staying
out of school trying to earn a little money since his father hurt his
arm. That is why he is afraid of policemen, Sunny Boy. He is really
playing hookey, though not for his own pleasure. Still, we must see
that he stays in school and has a fair chance."
Though Sunny Boy was in a great hurry to get home and tell his mother
and his grandma and Harriet about Bob, he was willing to wait while
Grandpa Horton stopped at the doctor's office and left word with the
nurse there to have the doctor stop at 674 White Street. That was the
house in which the Parkney family lived.
What a lot Sunny Boy and Grandpa Horton had to tell when they reached
home!
"I never heard anything so lucky in my life," declared Harriet, who
always was counted one of the family. "Mrs. Horton, don't you think I
ought to make some chicken soup for that boy? If he has a cold he is
probably all run down and needs nourishing things to eat."
"I wonder if I would have time to knit him a sweater before we go home
Friday," said Grandma Horton. "I could start it anyway, couldn't I,
Olive? I would love to knit a pure wool sweater for Bob."
"I must see that he has good clothes to wear to school," said Mrs.
Horton.
Grandpa Horton listened and laughed a little.
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