tears
'em apart from each other? I know what a crowd can do when it loses
its head, you see. All the time I was telling girls they were not
drowned, I kept one eye open for the little boy, but I didn't catch a
glimpse of him. You say an older lad pulled him ashore?"

"Yes, and he ran away when I said I was going to try to find you," said
Sunny Boy, standing up, now that the skates were off. "He was just as
nice, but he is afraid of policemen."

"Then he is a silly boy, and you tell him I said so," answered the tall
policeman promptly. "Of course a bad boy might not want to see me; but
this was a mighty good lad, to my way of thinking. He has an old head
on young shoulders, to get you out of such a mix-up without a scratch."

But the policeman could not tell them who the big boy was, of course;
and after they went home, and found that Mother and Grandma had a bowl
of good, hot, buttered popcorn for them, Sunny Boy and Grandpa
continued to talk about the lad in the poor, torn coat and to wish they
could find him. Daddy Horton, too, at dinner that night said he would
rather find the boy than a ten dollar goldpiece.

"I'm afraid he is a lad who needs some help," he said anxiously; "and
we would be so glad to do anything for him. I must see some of the men
who work over in the River Section and try to get them to hunt him up."

And Mr. Horton did interest several people in his search for the big
boy, but when they reported, one by one, that they could find no boy
who had carried a little boy ashore at the skating pond, he began to
think that perhaps the boy did not live in the River Section, after
all, but in some other part of the city.

While Mr. Horton was trying to find the boy who had been so good to his
little son, Sunny Boy was having great fun. There was no school, of
course, during the holidays, and, after two days of skating, there came
a heavy fall of snow. When Sunny Boy woke up and saw the roofs all
white, his shout wakened Daddy and Mother.

"It snowed!" shouted Sunny Boy, dancing up and down in his white
flannel sleeping suit. "Oh, Mother, it snowed! I can use my new sled,
Mother!"

"Well, for pity's sake!" cried Daddy Horton, pretending to be very
cross. "What is all this fuss about? All over a little snow? Why, I
don't think snow is half so nice as rain!"

"Oh, Daddy!" Sunny Boy climbed into bed with his father and put his
arms around his neck. "Daddy, boys with new sleds like it