a story book to give Oliver.
Ruth had a little silver pencil, she said. Sunny Boy thought that Ruth
looked very pretty, dressed all in white from her white rubbers to her
white fur hat. She didn't complain about her feet being cold, either.
But that may have been because Oliver did not live very far away.

There were about twenty children at the party, when all the guests had
arrived. Mrs. Dunlap and Oliver shook hands with each, and the boys
put their hats and coats in Oliver's room while the little girls put
theirs in his mother's. Sunny Boy knew nearly all the children except
one, a boy who seemed older than any of the others and who, whenever he
had a chance, teased the girls by pulling their hair-ribbons or putting
out his foot to trip them as they went past him in the games.

"That's Jerry Mullet," whispered Oliver to Sunny Boy. "He's a cousin
of Perry Phelps'. I didn't know he was visiting Perry when I sent the
invitations, but Mrs. Phelps called up Mother and asked if Jerry
couldn't come to the party. I don't like him very much, do you?"

"Oh, I guess so," said Sunny Boy, who wanted to be polite and who liked
Perry Phelps so much he wanted to like his cousin, too.

Among the games they played were several in which prizes were given to
those who won the game. Ruth Baker won the spider web prize, much to
her delight, for she was the youngest of the little girls, and it made
her feel quite grown up to be asked to an eight-year-old party and to
win a prize also.

"We are going to play the donkey game before supper," announced Mrs.
Dunlap, after they had played several other games. "The donkey game is
old, but Oliver thinks you will like it," went on Mrs. Dunlap. "I will
blindfold you, children. You first, Jerry."

Jerry was blindfolded and turned around three times. Then he started
for the picture of the donkey pinned up on the wall. A shout of
laughter greeted him when he pinned the tail on one of the donkey's
long ears.

Nelson Baker was next, and he pinned the tail on a leg. Helen Graham
pinned it on his neck. Dorothy Peters took a long time to decide where
she would stab her pin and then, after all her trouble, only succeeded
in pinning the tail on the donkey's nose. Child after child went up,
and not one of them pinned the tail anywhere near the place where a
donkey's tail should grow.

"Now, Sunny Boy, you come and try it," said Mrs. Dunlap, smiling at
Sunny Boy. "Never mind if these