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Updated: June 29, 2025
"Now," said the Queen, as she carefully put on Sunny's beautiful new crown, "you will be able to find your Prince, as you said you would." But Sunny shook her head and wondered why she felt so sad when everything seemed to be going so well; and when the Queen had gone downstairs to look after the supper, she went to the open window and looked out into the garden.
He turned on the loafer with a wintry smile. "You best organize right away, an' count me in." Sunny's eyes glowed with triumph. He had feared the man's ridicule. He had expected to see his lean shoulders go up in silent contempt. And then, he knew, would have followed a storm of sarcasm and "jollying" from Sandy and the others.
Sunny slapped the strap smartly across old Peter's neck. That easy-going horse was not used to such treatment, and he broke into a trot. Jimmie began to shout and wave his arms. Then Peter broke into a gallop, taking great, long easy strides that seemed to cover miles of ground to Sunny's excited eyes. "You kind of bump!" he gasped, as the horse galloped on. "I wonder will I fall off!"
"I'll jest git around an' see how Sunny's doin'," he said. Then he drew out a pipe and began to cut flakes of tobacco from a black plug. "See here, Minky," he went on, after a moment's pause. "You need to do some thinkin'. How much dust have you got in the store?" "'Bout twenty thousand dollars." "Whew!" Bill whistled softly as he packed the tobacco in his pipe.
Araminta was not accustomed to finding small boys in pale pink pajamas standing on chairs in her pantry, so no wonder she was surprised. But she was kind, was Araminta, and she helped Sunny Boy down, and did not scold. She got a basin of clean water and a clean cloth and wiped up the pudding and washed Sunny's hands for him.
And the awkwardness of the meeting drove him to silently caressing his children. Presently Sunny, who was not delicate-minded, pointed at his face. "You you had a fall?" Scipio shook his head. "You see, I found him and his boys got rough," he explained simply. "Gee!" There was no mistaking Sunny's anger. He forgot his usual lazy indifference.
"What happened to you?" he asked, jogging Sunny's elbow to make him look at him. "How'd you get down here?" "Fell down," said Sunny calmly. "Could I have a duck to play with, Jimmie?" "How'd you fall down?" persisted David, who usually got what he started after. Sunny Boy was exceedingly bored by these numerous questions, and he wanted to be allowed to watch the ducks in peace.
The boy struggled furiously to free himself. "Me want dinner milk," he shouted, and beat the gambler's chest with both his little fists. "You kicked Dougal!" wailed Vada, from under Sunny's arm. And at that moment a mild voice reached them from the open doorway "Why, what's happenin'?" Bill and Sunny turned at once. And the next instant the children were shrieking in quite a different tone.
He guffawed loudly, and went on with his work. Sunny's face went a dirty scarlet, but he refrained from retort. And promptly little Vada went on. "I don't want bath," she protested plaintively. And Jamie chorused in with a grunt of agreement, while he busied himself trying to climb up the sides of the tub. Scipio snatched him away, and looked round weakly for support.
"If you and Grandpa go, that will be enough and I'll be at the gate waiting for you." "Daddy's coming!" Sunny Boy pounded his spoon against his bread and milk bowl. "Sunny!" said Mother warningly. "He's most here now!" and Sunny's feet hammered against the table so that the coffee pot danced a jig. "Sunny Boy!" implored Grandma. "I'm going to meet him!"
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