came
back safely," said Mrs. Horton.

"An' Donald said," recited Sunny Boy, slowly and carefully because he
did not want to forget before he had told it all, "the Statue of
Liberty was made by a man--you say it, Mother," he broke off. "It
begins with 'B'."

"A man named Bartholdi," said Mrs. Horton smilingly.

"A man named Bartholdi," repeated Sunny Boy. "He came over from France
to see us, and he saw all the im-im-immigrants acting glad when they
first saw the United States. So he went home and asked the French to
give some money so's he could build us a statue. And they did. And
Bartholdi made the statue and it's a present from France. Donald Joyce
said the soldiers were awful glad to see it when they came home from
France and they were glad they'd helped fight for the country that
made the Statue of Liberty, too."

"Isn't that nice?" said Alice Kennedy, with satisfaction. "I never
heard that part about the soldiers being glad. The boat's moving,
Sunny!"

The four children hung over the rail, pulled back now and then by an
anxious mother, during the short sail. Alice had brought some crumbs
of bread with her, and they amused themselves by throwing these into
the water for the gulls.

"See the boats!" cried Sunny Boy, pointing to several large steamers
plainly seen from their boat.

"That's Ellis Island we're passing," explained Mrs. Kennedy. "All the
immigrants are sent there from the ships on which they arrive. They
see the Statue of Liberty first, Sunny, as you said."

The beautiful bronze Statue of Liberty, familiar to all the boys and
girls of our country through pictures if not by actual sight, loomed
up before the passengers on the boat now. It was so much larger than
Sunny Boy had expected, that he stared at it silently.

"The torch isn't lit, but you can imagine how wonderful it must look
then," said Mrs. Horton, as the boat docked and the people prepared to
go ashore. "Just think of the millions of people who have been glad to
catch their first glimpse of 'Miss Liberty'."

"It's awful big," Sunny managed to gasp.

"Guess how high it is," said Alice. "You can't? Well, it's one hundred
and fifty-one feet high. My father told me. And that's not counting
the thing it stands on."

"Don't talk all the time, Alice," implored her mother. "Let Sunny Boy
have time to collect his thoughts. Shall we walk around it first,
dear, before we go in?"

They walked slowly around the statue, and then went insid