y the sound of the bell changed his mind. Instead, he ran
up to the house as fast as he could go, and found Mother and Grandma
waiting for him.

"Did you miss us?" asked his mother. "We knew you were having a good
time, dear. Grandma has brought you a lolly-pop. What have you been doing
to get so sun-burned?"

"Flying kites," stated Sunny Boy. "Thank you, Grandma. We found bunnies
down in the field."

Grandpa came on the porch then, his glasses pushed up on his forehead.

"Mary, Olive, have either of you seen anything of those two five hundred
dollar bonds I had on my desk?" he said anxiously. "They were there this
morning, and when I came in from the mowing I couldn't find them. Have
either of you used my desk?"

"No, Father," said Mrs. Horton.

"No, Arthur," said Grandma. "I'm sure Araminta hasn't been near the desk,
either. Sunny, you weren't in the sitting room this morning, were you?"

"Yes, I was," chirped Sunny Boy.

"But you didn't see anything of Grandpa's bonds--his nice beautiful,
Liberty Bonds, did you, dear?" asked Mrs. Horton.

"No, Mother."

"Well," Grandpa sighed, and turned to go in, "I'll look more thoroughly,
of course. But they're gone--I'm sure of it. I had no business to be so
careless. They should have been in the bank a week ago. They might have
blown out of the window--I'll see that a screen goes in that window
to-night."

Sunny Boy put down his lolly-pop and followed Grandpa into the house. He
found him seated at the desk, the papers in great confusion all about
him.

"Well, Sunny, did you come to help me hunt?" asked Grandpa. "Don't bother
your yellow head about it. When you grow up, try to be more careful than
your grandfather."

Sunny Boy slipped a warm little hand into Grandpa's.

"I made a kite--with papers," he confessed bravely. "Not Lib'ty Bonds,
Grandpa, just papers on top of your desk. I was 'musing myself, and I had
to have a kite."

"I see," said Grandpa slowly, and not a bit crossly. "What color paper,
dear? White?"

"No, brown," replied Sunny Boy eagerly, sure now that he had not taken
the missing bonds. "Just brown, Grandpa, and two old letters."

"Yes, I've copies of those--they don't matter," said Grandpa. "But we'd
better get that kite, Namesake, because you've pasted my bonds on it, and
a thousand dollars is a bit too expensive a kite even for my one and only
grandson."

"But it flew off!" Sunny Boy began to cry. "The string broke, an' it went
over th