ey could not hope to find him. Sunny Boy
and Mother walked a bit about the pretty rocky paths and peeped into
one or two of the little rustic cabins they found perched in
unexpected places, and then Mother glanced at her watch and said it
was time to go home.

"Are you tired, dear?" she asked as they started to walk to the
nearest entrance.

"I guess my feet are," confided Sunny Boy. "They trip."

They saw one other thing that interested them very much before they
left the park.

"What's that mon'ment?" Sunny Boy asked suddenly, pointing to a tall
shaft that ended in a point at the top.

"That's the Egyptian obelisk," returned Mrs. Horton. "Come and look at
it, dear. It is called 'Cleopatra's Needle,' and was brought all the
way from Egypt. It is very, very old."

"How old?" demanded Sunny Boy practically. "It looks all right,
Mother."

"Well, I've read that it was erected in Cairo, Egypt, sixteen hundred
years before the birth of Christ," said Mrs. Horton. "So you see,
dear, we are looking at a stone that is more than three thousand years
old."

They took a surface car down to the hotel, and Sunny Boy, who did not
like to say he was tired, was glad to curl up in a chair and look at a
book till Daddy and Mother were ready to go to dinner.

Everyone went to bed early that night, for Mr. Horton had had a busy
day, too, and was tired. He was not able to go about with them the
next day, but on the following Monday he took them over to the
Brooklyn Navy Yard and Sunny Boy actually went on board a battleship.
The afternoon of the same day they crossed the wonderful Brooklyn
Bridge and, getting out of the trolley car half way over, saw New York
City from the middle of the river.

"See the ferryboats!" cried Sunny Boy, peering down into the water.
"And there are, too, horses on 'em, just like the man said. Daddy,
when can we go on a ferryboat?"

"That isn't so much to do," teased Mr. Horton. "I suppose we might go
to-morrow. Olive, had you anything else planned?"

Mrs. Horton smiled and said that she had nothing in view more
important than the ferryboat trip, so Sunny Boy went to bed that night
to dream of riding a horse about the roof of a ferryboat while the
Navy Yard band played and Joe Brown kept time like the band master.

CHAPTER VIII

THE FERRYBOAT RIDE

"Let's go away up front, Daddy, right up near the gate, so's I can see
everything," suggested Sunny Boy eagerly, as he and Mother and Daddy