mised picnic before we go home, I
for one think it is high time we set a day."

Sunny Boy, lingering in the doorway, heard Grandpa grumble a little as he
always did if anything was said about their going home.

"No reason why you shouldn't stay here all Summer," he scolded. "Or if
you want to be nearer Harry, Olive, leave the boy with us. You know we'd
take good care of him."

"I know you would; but I couldn't leave my baby," Mrs. Horton said
quickly. "Bessie, my sister, you know, has a plan--"

But Araminta called Sunny just then and he ran off without hearing about
Aunt Bessie's plan.

Sunny Boy had a plan of his own, and he was determined to carry it
through. This was nothing less than to go and hunt for Grandpa's lost
Liberty Bonds.

"For I know that kite fell down right by the old walnut tree," said Sunny
Boy to himself for the twentieth time. "I saw it go down--swish! I'll bet
Grandpa didn't look under the right tree."

Without much trouble he coaxed a big piece of gingerbread from
Araminta--who was very curious to learn where he was going--which he
crowded into his pocket. Expecting to be gone a long time, he took an
apple from the basket on the dining-room table and two bananas. Bruce,
lying on the back door mat, decided to go with him, but Bruce was
beginning to get the least little bit fat and old, and when he had
followed Sunny as far as the brook pasture and saw that he had no
intention of stopping to rest under the trees, that wise collie dog
turned and went back to the house.

"Hey, there! Where are you going this hot day?" Jimmie, setting out
tomato plants in a side field, shouted to him.

Sunny Boy waved his hand and plodded on. He was a silent child when he
had his mind fixed on a certain thing, and he was intent on finding those
bonds this morning.

The sun was hot, and when he reached the pretty brook the water looked so
clear and cool that Sunny was tempted to go wading. Only he had promised
his mother not to go in the water unless some one was with him, and then,
too, wading would delay the hunt for the bonds. He walked along the bank
until he came to the uneven line of stones piled together to make a
crossing.

"I spect it wabbles," said Sunny Boy aloud, putting one foot on a stone,
which certainly did "teeter."

He started to cross slowly, and in the middle of the stream his right
foot slipped--splash!--into the icy cold water.

"My land sakes!" gasped poor Sunny Boy, who was cert