r-boat which caught up with him just
as he was beginning to be very much afraid he was lost.

Sunny Boy knew that he could not be a sea captain before he was grown
up, and long before that, the very next month, in fact, Daddy and
Mother Horton took him to New York City, and, dear me, didn't he find
adventures there! He was lost twice and he took his mother shopping
and he visited Central Park and the Statue of Liberty and he saw so
many things that he kept remembering them long after he was home again.
"Sunny Boy in the Big City" is the title of this third book, and the
traffic policemen interested him so much that he thought he would put
off being a sea captain till he had tried to be a policeman.

In fact the traffic policemen interested Sunny Boy so much that he
taught the children on his street to play a game called "City" when he
came home from New York, and in this game Sunny Boy was always a
policeman. You may have read of how he played "City" in the fourth
book about him called "Sunny Boy In School and Out." It was in this
book, too, that Sunny Boy made the acquaintance of the big policeman
whom he had seen at the skating pond.

Sunny Boy thought of this big policeman as soon as he was safely on
shore and as soon as he said perhaps his grandpa was drowned and the
big boy had told him no one was drowned--"some of 'em may have been
walked on a little, but no one is drowned, I tell you," he said
earnestly. Sunny Boy wished he could find this kind man in the blue
uniform who might be able to help him find his grandfather.

"Where's the policeman?" he asked, pulling at the big boy's ragged
sleeve.

"What you want the police for?" asked the boy, looking at Sunny Boy
queerly. "Do you want them to chase you?"

"This policeman won't chase me," said Sunny Boy sturdily. "He is a
friend of mine and I like him. Come on and let's hunt for him."

He started to walk higher up the bank and almost fell down.

"Why, I have my skates on!" he cried, in surprise, for he had forgotten
them. "I guess I'd better take them off."

He turned to ask the big boy to help him, and he wasn't there! He
wasn't anywhere, for Sunny Boy looked all around. The other boy had
disappeared as though he had tumbled into the lake, though Sunny Boy
was sure he hadn't done that.

"Oh, dear, I wish he had waited," mourned Sunny Boy, sitting down to
take off his skates. "I wanted to tell Grandpa about him, and now he's
gone."

The skat