sked Sunny Boy, surprised. "That will
be fun. Houses where I sit on a chair visiting are kind of lonesome."

"I don't doubt it," agreed Mother sympathetically. "Well, you'll find
three children to visit with this afternoon. You must have been
asleep last night when I told Daddy. Adele Parker has two boys and a
little girl."

"Daddy calls her Mrs. Kennedy," objected Sunny Boy, following Mother
out of the elevator into a large dining room.

Mrs. Horton stopped at the door till the waitress should find them
seats.

"She is Mrs. Kennedy," Mother admitted, smiling. "I call her Adele
Parker because that was her name when I knew her at school. She
probably calls me Olive Andrew, because that was my name before it was
Mrs. Horton."

The waitress came up to them and beckoned.

"There's a table for two over by the window," she said. "I'll see that
some one takes your order."

CHAPTER X

MORE SIGHTSEEING

Sunny Boy and Mother had a pleasant lunch, Sunny Boy, as he ate his
sandwiches and drank his milk, looking down into the street six or
seven stories below, or out over the roofs of the city.

"Now we're going to Adele's," he remarked, as Mother gathered up her
gloves and purse.

"Oh, Sunny Boy!" Mrs. Horton surveyed him half laughingly, half with
despair. "You musn't call her Adele. Say Mrs. Kennedy. You never call
Mother's friends by their first names, you know you don't."

"Well, I don't know her," offered Sunny Boy mildly, as though that
made a difference.

They took a bus, which never lost its charm for Sunny, and after a
rather long ride, got out at a cross street and walked until they
reached a narrow, five-storied brick house with gay window boxes at
every window. A maid opened the door for them and showed them into a
pleasant, rather small room where a little girl sat at the grand
piano, practicing.

She glanced up shyly as Mrs. Horton and Sunny Boy came in.

"I'm sure I know who you are," smiled Mrs. Horton. "You must be
Alice."

The little girl got up and made a pretty curtsy.

"I'm Alice Kennedy," she said, smiling too. "Are you Mother's friend,
Mrs. Horton? Is he your little boy?"

Mrs. Kennedy came in as Mrs. Horton nodded, and there was a great
showering of kisses and many questions asked and ever so many
introductions, for two small boys followed Mrs. Kennedy in and they
were presented as her sons, Dick and Paul.

"Now you and I'll go upstairs where it is cozier," said Mrs. Kenned