CHAPTER XXIIITHE BEST OF ALLTo Pat it seemed as though everything exciting was happening at once! For the next morning's mail brought a letter from Mother saying that she and Celia would start north in a day or two.Pat and Renée had wakened very early. The first thought in each mind was to know if it was all true--that Emile had come back--or was it a dream?Outside of their window a friendly robin was trilling a gay song as though the joy of the spring-time was bursting his proud little throat. Through the window the sun shone with added brightness and warmth and delicious earthy smells greeted the girls."Oh, isn't it justgrandto be alive? Let's dress fast and be the first ones down!" And Pat, because the sun and the birds and the spring freshness made her very happy, also burst into a gay snatch of song. Aunt Pen and Capt. Allan were late for breakfast. When the others had almost finished they came in from a brisk walk through the park, with red cheeks and amazing appetites.Aunt Pen, dropping into the chair next to Pat, slipped a roll of paper into her hand and whispered:"There's something that belongs to you, Patsy! I'm ashamed that I didn't return it before. But now you can write the last verse!"Pat, immensely curious, peeped at the paper. It was the lost ballad! And whatdidAunt Pen mean about the last verse? Both Aunt Pen and Capt. Allan were looking at her with eyes full of laughter. Pat felt her color creeping to her eyebrows and crushed the innocent verses in her hand. But Aunt Pen checked her rising indignation."Patsy, dear, I found 'The Secret Sorrow' on the floor of the library one night after we had had a pow-wow. I recognized the heroine--by a guilty conscience, I guess--my hair is not exactly 'of raven hue' or my eyes 'pellucid blue'! But I loved it, my dear, and I tucked it away, for I couldn't bear to have you write the sad ending that was coming!Whatif you had made her thrust a steel dagger into her breast! Or have had her leap from one of those mighty crags over which the knight, her brother hunted!"Capt. Allan had been furiously scribbling some words on the back of an envelope. Now he looked up, very seriously."Will you forgive Aunt Pen if I write the last verse for you?" he asked, and then, not waiting for an answer, read with dramatic emphasis:"Back came the lover, wise and bold,To snatch his lady, grown cross and old,To a mountain cave he'll carry his prey,And there they'll be happy for ever and aye!"Everyone laughed at Pat's disgust."Ithink that's very silly and Aunt Penisn'tcross and old a bit and----" she stopped suddenly. "Do you mean that'strue?" she demanded.It was Aunt Pen now who grew very red. But she nodded and turned toward her brother."Wehave a surprise! A long time ago Will and I were engaged--my last year in college! Then we let foolish things come between us and we have lost a good many years of happiness, but----""Now we're going to make up for it!" put in Capt. Allan. "And I won't be lonely in that place in the mountains, after all!""Oh, Aunt Pen, I'm so glad!" and Pat threw two strong young arms around Penelope's neck. Everyone talked at once. Renée, looking at Emile and then at the other happy faces about her, thought that all the joy in the world must have crowded there within the four walls of the sunny dining-room!"It'll be just as though we were really related," she put in, shyly. "For I'll always feel that Capt. Allanismy guardian and Emile belongs to me and Pat belongs to Aunt Pen!""Don't leavemeout, Mouse!""Oh, no!" and Renée's contrition was tragic. "For you are the very best man in the world and belong to all of us!"Pat, who had been performing a sort of ceremonial dance among them all, stopped in dismay."Oh, Aunt Pen,whatabout school?""Then you will be sorry to lose your teacher, Patsy? But it is almost the first of May and with a little home study you girls can get along. Anyway, mother will be here to decide what is best."Pat's face was serious."I am glad mother's coming home! And Celia, too! But Ihaveloved our school, Aunt Pen! You've made me just like to study all sorts of things! When mother comes I'm going to tease her to let us go next fall to the Lincoln school with Peggy and Sheila and the other girls--and then go to college."Aunt Pen nodded toward Pat's father. Pat, of course, didn't know that she was trying to say: "There--that'sa real girl talking--who wants to be of some service, some day, in this world!"Then Pat insisted that Capt. Allan tell them more about the old house in the Adirondacks."Somehow, I can't imagine him keeping you up there very long, Penelope," laughed her brother. "He doesn't know you as well as I do!"Capt. Allan described to them the old rambling house built half way up the wooded slope of Cobble Mountain. From its many windows, he remembered, a wonderful view could be had of a sweep of valley, river and surrounding slopes."Will has promised me that I may go on with all my experiments and fads just the same! There'll be lots of room there!" she retorted to her brother. "And some day I shall turn Cobble House into a school for girls.""Likeourschool, Aunt Pen?""Yes, and I hope that all my girls there will work as faithfully as you have, Pat!""And I'll be the man-of-all-work around the place and chief executioner, when you need one!" declared Capt. Allan, mischievously.Mr. Everett shook hands gravely with his sister."All I say is success to you--my dear, whatever you try to do!"There seemed to be so much to talk about that no one wanted to break up the little circle. However, the hands of the old clock over the fireplace were climbing rapidly toward noon and Renée was eager to take Emile to the grandmother's. Pat begged to go, too. As they started away, Renée holding tightly to Emile's hand, Aunt Pen, watching the boy, wiped a suspicion of a tear from her eye.Capt. Allan saw it and answered the thought that was in her mind."He's a brave boy and has a strong will--he'll learn to do his work with his one arm! But before anything else he must stay in the open until he has built up his strength and wiped from his mind forever the horror of all he has gone through!"The old stone house did not look at all ugly and gloomy in the bright morning sunshine! And for Renée and Emile it took on a new interest--it was to be their home! There were signs of life, too, about the place. The windows had been opened and from the back of the house came sounds of vigorous beating. As they walked slowly up the brick path Renée suddenly darted in among the wild honeysuckle growing close on either side of the door."Emile--see! A daffodil!"There it was--lifting its bright head through the tangle of undergrowth as though it knew that sunshine and happiness had come to the neglected home! And there were more, too, and Renée, hunting eagerly, found hundreds of tiny blades of bright green grass and beyond a rose vine climbing toward the old stone wall."Oh, itisgoing to be nice!" she cried to Emile. "We can have a garden like Susette's."Emile, with the soul of an artist, was already mentally transforming the entire house and garden. It would be very pleasant to do nothing for awhile but work out among the growing things with Renée! Mrs. Forrester, eager to see again her "little flower," had roused Elsbeth very early in the morning that she might be in readiness. She had insisted upon putting on her old black silk dress; she had folded a soft net fichu around her neck and had fastened it with a lavender ribbon."Nowdon'tstand and stare at me like that silly," she had rebuked the old servant. "Can't you understand that I'm not sick any more? Watch me!" and holding her head very high she walked slowly across the room out into the hall.So it was in the living room they found her. God had given back to her so much that she was not even startled when Renée very simply told of Emile's coming. She could not speak a word as she reached up her arms to embrace the boy, for he looked so much like his mother that it brought a choking sob to her throat.And if in Emile's heart there had lingered any hardness toward the grandmother it disappeared when he saw her! She looked so little and fragile, sitting in the big walnut chair, that it roused all the chivalry in the boy's soul. He kissed her tenderly on each wrinkled cheek.Then Pat was introduced; Renée had to tell, too, of finding the daffodils. Elsbeth, her face twisted into a comical expression of bewilderment, listened in the doorway, and from all parts of the house there was a rumble of furniture and the tread of feet."In a very little time this place will all be changed," Mrs. Forrester said, patting Renée's hand. "We will have flowers growing all around us--and we will be very happy, we three!"It was a very busy day! Emile must be admitted to the secrets of the Eyrie; he was shown the account book of LaDue and Everett and some of Renée's work. Then he had to hear the story of Paddy and the lost formulas, of Sheila and Peggy and Garrett and Hill-top, of Troop Six and the scout work, and of Keineth and the coming party! Surely never in the world did a tongue wag faster that Pat's nor did eyes shine more brightly than Renée's as Emile was made acquainted with all that had brought so much happiness into her life during the past winter.Downstairs Aunt Pen, Capt. Allan and Daddy were talking, too. Pat with her remarkable instinct for sensing "when plans were in the making" exclaimed, as she entered the room:"Daddy Everett, you lookjustas though you had a secret!"Her Daddy assumed a very important air."I have! I have a surprise! You've all had one but me! And I am sure you will think thatmineis best of all! And I thought of it all myself!""Oh, whatisit? If much more happens I'll be walking on myhead! Whatcanit be!" Pat looked from one to another. "Aunt Pen, you're giggling so silly I believe it's something about your wedding! It is!It is! May Ren and I be bridesmaids, Aunt Pen, and wear gauzy dresses and big hats and carry bouquets?""You're warm, Pat!" teased her father."Please, Aunt Pen!" implored Pat in an agony of curiosity."Mother has suggested in a note to me that your Aunt Pen and I bring you and Renée to Atlantic City and meet them there----""ButI'mdetermined to make Aunt Pen marry me right away, you see; I can't even wait for gauzy hats and big dresses--we've wasted so much happiness, already!" cut in Capt. Allan."SoIsaid let'sallgo and meet Mother, and we can have the wedding down there where the breaking waves dash high----""Oh,Daddy, Daddy, that's thebestest, grandestsurprise of all! Aweddingin Atlantic City! Only the waves can't dash very high--'cause there's no stern and rock-bound coast--only sand! But we'll trim the room with flowers----""And you and Renéeshallbe my bridesmaids, no matter what dresses you wear!""And Emile shall be my best man!""And, oh,won'tmother and Celia be surprised? You seeIhad guessed all about Capt. Allan because Aunt Pen acted so funny when we spoke of him, but Mother doesn't know a single thing! Was there ever such a nice, jolly wedding planned before?"Renée's face was a little clouded. It would be wonderful to go to the sea, but ought she and Emile to leave the little grandmother?"Bless you, she shall come, too! Ocean air will finish up the good work that her happiness has started! I can't have my plan spoiled--not even if we have to charter a whole train!"Pat wanted to begin packing immediately."When will we go, Daddy?" she cried."Day after to-morrow," he answered with the promptness of decision that was characteristic."I'm glad that you give methatmuch time! I'll have to get 'something old and something new, something borrowed and something blue,'" laughed the bride-to-be."And we can go to Keineth's party and tell them all about it!" Pat was silent for a moment. Then going to her Daddy she laid her cheek coaxingly against his arm."Daddy, as long as there are so many going--and weddings are jollier when there are a lot of people--can't we take Sheila, too? She's never been any further from the city than Hill-top and she's always so contented and happy and's never teasing for things the way I am! Justthinkhow she'd look when she saw the ocean! I have so much more fun than she does, Daddy, I'd just as soon stay home if she could go in my place!"And Pat, thinking how Sheila's facewouldlook when she first beheld the great sweep of deep, blue sea, was very much in earnest.Mr. Everett patted the pleading face. He did not smile for he had been deeply touched by Pat's generosity."Yes, daughter, Sheila shall go, too.""Oh, Daddy, youarethe best daddy in the world! Let's run straight over and tell her, Ren!Thinkhow happy she'll be!"From the library window Aunt Pen and Mr. Everett watched the two girls, arms interlocked, swing down the walk that led from the Everett house to the street. There was pride in Aunt Pen's face as she watched. Her girls had learned generosity and unselfishness as well as Latin and Algebra! And they had found, too, the joy of fellowship! They were hurrying now to share their happiness!Mr. Everett was thinking the same thoughts as his sister, but looking slyly at her from the corner of his eye, he repeated teasingly:"Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?Silver bells and cockle shells----"Aunt Pen laughingly interrupted: "And larkspur all in a row! But won't this world's garden be richer and more beautiful for healthy, happy girls like ours, Daddy Everett?"* * * * * * * *THE SUNNY BOY SERIESBy RAMY ALLISON WHITEChildren! Meet Sunny Boy, a little fellow with big eyes and an inquiring disposition who finds the world at large a wonderful place to live in. There is always something doing when Sunny Boy is around.In the first book of the series he visits his grandfather in the country and learns of many marvelous things on a farm, and in the other books listed below he has many exciting adventures which every child will enjoy reading about.SUNNY BOY IN THE COUNTRYSUNNY BOY AT THE SEASHORESUNNY BOY IN THE BIG CITYSUNNY BOY IN SCHOOL AND OUTSUNNY BOY AND HIS SCHOOLMATESSONNY BOY AND HIS GAMESSUNNY BOY IN THE FAR WESTSUNNY BOY ON THE OCEANSUNNY BOY WITH THE CIRCUSSUNNY BOY AND HIS BIG DOGSUNNY BOY IN THE SNOWSUNNY BOY AT WILLOW FARMSUNNY BOY AND HIS CAVESUNNY BOY AT RAINBOW LAKEGROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOKLARKSPUR***
CHAPTER XXIII
THE BEST OF ALL
To Pat it seemed as though everything exciting was happening at once! For the next morning's mail brought a letter from Mother saying that she and Celia would start north in a day or two.
Pat and Renée had wakened very early. The first thought in each mind was to know if it was all true--that Emile had come back--or was it a dream?
Outside of their window a friendly robin was trilling a gay song as though the joy of the spring-time was bursting his proud little throat. Through the window the sun shone with added brightness and warmth and delicious earthy smells greeted the girls.
"Oh, isn't it justgrandto be alive? Let's dress fast and be the first ones down!" And Pat, because the sun and the birds and the spring freshness made her very happy, also burst into a gay snatch of song. Aunt Pen and Capt. Allan were late for breakfast. When the others had almost finished they came in from a brisk walk through the park, with red cheeks and amazing appetites.
Aunt Pen, dropping into the chair next to Pat, slipped a roll of paper into her hand and whispered:
"There's something that belongs to you, Patsy! I'm ashamed that I didn't return it before. But now you can write the last verse!"
Pat, immensely curious, peeped at the paper. It was the lost ballad! And whatdidAunt Pen mean about the last verse? Both Aunt Pen and Capt. Allan were looking at her with eyes full of laughter. Pat felt her color creeping to her eyebrows and crushed the innocent verses in her hand. But Aunt Pen checked her rising indignation.
"Patsy, dear, I found 'The Secret Sorrow' on the floor of the library one night after we had had a pow-wow. I recognized the heroine--by a guilty conscience, I guess--my hair is not exactly 'of raven hue' or my eyes 'pellucid blue'! But I loved it, my dear, and I tucked it away, for I couldn't bear to have you write the sad ending that was coming!Whatif you had made her thrust a steel dagger into her breast! Or have had her leap from one of those mighty crags over which the knight, her brother hunted!"
Capt. Allan had been furiously scribbling some words on the back of an envelope. Now he looked up, very seriously.
"Will you forgive Aunt Pen if I write the last verse for you?" he asked, and then, not waiting for an answer, read with dramatic emphasis:
"Back came the lover, wise and bold,To snatch his lady, grown cross and old,To a mountain cave he'll carry his prey,And there they'll be happy for ever and aye!"
"Back came the lover, wise and bold,To snatch his lady, grown cross and old,To a mountain cave he'll carry his prey,And there they'll be happy for ever and aye!"
"Back came the lover, wise and bold,
To snatch his lady, grown cross and old,
To a mountain cave he'll carry his prey,
And there they'll be happy for ever and aye!"
Everyone laughed at Pat's disgust.
"Ithink that's very silly and Aunt Penisn'tcross and old a bit and----" she stopped suddenly. "Do you mean that'strue?" she demanded.
It was Aunt Pen now who grew very red. But she nodded and turned toward her brother.
"Wehave a surprise! A long time ago Will and I were engaged--my last year in college! Then we let foolish things come between us and we have lost a good many years of happiness, but----"
"Now we're going to make up for it!" put in Capt. Allan. "And I won't be lonely in that place in the mountains, after all!"
"Oh, Aunt Pen, I'm so glad!" and Pat threw two strong young arms around Penelope's neck. Everyone talked at once. Renée, looking at Emile and then at the other happy faces about her, thought that all the joy in the world must have crowded there within the four walls of the sunny dining-room!
"It'll be just as though we were really related," she put in, shyly. "For I'll always feel that Capt. Allanismy guardian and Emile belongs to me and Pat belongs to Aunt Pen!"
"Don't leavemeout, Mouse!"
"Oh, no!" and Renée's contrition was tragic. "For you are the very best man in the world and belong to all of us!"
Pat, who had been performing a sort of ceremonial dance among them all, stopped in dismay.
"Oh, Aunt Pen,whatabout school?"
"Then you will be sorry to lose your teacher, Patsy? But it is almost the first of May and with a little home study you girls can get along. Anyway, mother will be here to decide what is best."
Pat's face was serious.
"I am glad mother's coming home! And Celia, too! But Ihaveloved our school, Aunt Pen! You've made me just like to study all sorts of things! When mother comes I'm going to tease her to let us go next fall to the Lincoln school with Peggy and Sheila and the other girls--and then go to college."
Aunt Pen nodded toward Pat's father. Pat, of course, didn't know that she was trying to say: "There--that'sa real girl talking--who wants to be of some service, some day, in this world!"
Then Pat insisted that Capt. Allan tell them more about the old house in the Adirondacks.
"Somehow, I can't imagine him keeping you up there very long, Penelope," laughed her brother. "He doesn't know you as well as I do!"
Capt. Allan described to them the old rambling house built half way up the wooded slope of Cobble Mountain. From its many windows, he remembered, a wonderful view could be had of a sweep of valley, river and surrounding slopes.
"Will has promised me that I may go on with all my experiments and fads just the same! There'll be lots of room there!" she retorted to her brother. "And some day I shall turn Cobble House into a school for girls."
"Likeourschool, Aunt Pen?"
"Yes, and I hope that all my girls there will work as faithfully as you have, Pat!"
"And I'll be the man-of-all-work around the place and chief executioner, when you need one!" declared Capt. Allan, mischievously.
Mr. Everett shook hands gravely with his sister.
"All I say is success to you--my dear, whatever you try to do!"
There seemed to be so much to talk about that no one wanted to break up the little circle. However, the hands of the old clock over the fireplace were climbing rapidly toward noon and Renée was eager to take Emile to the grandmother's. Pat begged to go, too. As they started away, Renée holding tightly to Emile's hand, Aunt Pen, watching the boy, wiped a suspicion of a tear from her eye.
Capt. Allan saw it and answered the thought that was in her mind.
"He's a brave boy and has a strong will--he'll learn to do his work with his one arm! But before anything else he must stay in the open until he has built up his strength and wiped from his mind forever the horror of all he has gone through!"
The old stone house did not look at all ugly and gloomy in the bright morning sunshine! And for Renée and Emile it took on a new interest--it was to be their home! There were signs of life, too, about the place. The windows had been opened and from the back of the house came sounds of vigorous beating. As they walked slowly up the brick path Renée suddenly darted in among the wild honeysuckle growing close on either side of the door.
"Emile--see! A daffodil!"
There it was--lifting its bright head through the tangle of undergrowth as though it knew that sunshine and happiness had come to the neglected home! And there were more, too, and Renée, hunting eagerly, found hundreds of tiny blades of bright green grass and beyond a rose vine climbing toward the old stone wall.
"Oh, itisgoing to be nice!" she cried to Emile. "We can have a garden like Susette's."
Emile, with the soul of an artist, was already mentally transforming the entire house and garden. It would be very pleasant to do nothing for awhile but work out among the growing things with Renée! Mrs. Forrester, eager to see again her "little flower," had roused Elsbeth very early in the morning that she might be in readiness. She had insisted upon putting on her old black silk dress; she had folded a soft net fichu around her neck and had fastened it with a lavender ribbon.
"Nowdon'tstand and stare at me like that silly," she had rebuked the old servant. "Can't you understand that I'm not sick any more? Watch me!" and holding her head very high she walked slowly across the room out into the hall.
So it was in the living room they found her. God had given back to her so much that she was not even startled when Renée very simply told of Emile's coming. She could not speak a word as she reached up her arms to embrace the boy, for he looked so much like his mother that it brought a choking sob to her throat.
And if in Emile's heart there had lingered any hardness toward the grandmother it disappeared when he saw her! She looked so little and fragile, sitting in the big walnut chair, that it roused all the chivalry in the boy's soul. He kissed her tenderly on each wrinkled cheek.
Then Pat was introduced; Renée had to tell, too, of finding the daffodils. Elsbeth, her face twisted into a comical expression of bewilderment, listened in the doorway, and from all parts of the house there was a rumble of furniture and the tread of feet.
"In a very little time this place will all be changed," Mrs. Forrester said, patting Renée's hand. "We will have flowers growing all around us--and we will be very happy, we three!"
It was a very busy day! Emile must be admitted to the secrets of the Eyrie; he was shown the account book of LaDue and Everett and some of Renée's work. Then he had to hear the story of Paddy and the lost formulas, of Sheila and Peggy and Garrett and Hill-top, of Troop Six and the scout work, and of Keineth and the coming party! Surely never in the world did a tongue wag faster that Pat's nor did eyes shine more brightly than Renée's as Emile was made acquainted with all that had brought so much happiness into her life during the past winter.
Downstairs Aunt Pen, Capt. Allan and Daddy were talking, too. Pat with her remarkable instinct for sensing "when plans were in the making" exclaimed, as she entered the room:
"Daddy Everett, you lookjustas though you had a secret!"
Her Daddy assumed a very important air.
"I have! I have a surprise! You've all had one but me! And I am sure you will think thatmineis best of all! And I thought of it all myself!"
"Oh, whatisit? If much more happens I'll be walking on myhead! Whatcanit be!" Pat looked from one to another. "Aunt Pen, you're giggling so silly I believe it's something about your wedding! It is!It is! May Ren and I be bridesmaids, Aunt Pen, and wear gauzy dresses and big hats and carry bouquets?"
"You're warm, Pat!" teased her father.
"Please, Aunt Pen!" implored Pat in an agony of curiosity.
"Mother has suggested in a note to me that your Aunt Pen and I bring you and Renée to Atlantic City and meet them there----"
"ButI'mdetermined to make Aunt Pen marry me right away, you see; I can't even wait for gauzy hats and big dresses--we've wasted so much happiness, already!" cut in Capt. Allan.
"SoIsaid let'sallgo and meet Mother, and we can have the wedding down there where the breaking waves dash high----"
"Oh,Daddy, Daddy, that's thebestest, grandestsurprise of all! Aweddingin Atlantic City! Only the waves can't dash very high--'cause there's no stern and rock-bound coast--only sand! But we'll trim the room with flowers----"
"And you and Renéeshallbe my bridesmaids, no matter what dresses you wear!"
"And Emile shall be my best man!"
"And, oh,won'tmother and Celia be surprised? You seeIhad guessed all about Capt. Allan because Aunt Pen acted so funny when we spoke of him, but Mother doesn't know a single thing! Was there ever such a nice, jolly wedding planned before?"
Renée's face was a little clouded. It would be wonderful to go to the sea, but ought she and Emile to leave the little grandmother?
"Bless you, she shall come, too! Ocean air will finish up the good work that her happiness has started! I can't have my plan spoiled--not even if we have to charter a whole train!"
Pat wanted to begin packing immediately.
"When will we go, Daddy?" she cried.
"Day after to-morrow," he answered with the promptness of decision that was characteristic.
"I'm glad that you give methatmuch time! I'll have to get 'something old and something new, something borrowed and something blue,'" laughed the bride-to-be.
"And we can go to Keineth's party and tell them all about it!" Pat was silent for a moment. Then going to her Daddy she laid her cheek coaxingly against his arm.
"Daddy, as long as there are so many going--and weddings are jollier when there are a lot of people--can't we take Sheila, too? She's never been any further from the city than Hill-top and she's always so contented and happy and's never teasing for things the way I am! Justthinkhow she'd look when she saw the ocean! I have so much more fun than she does, Daddy, I'd just as soon stay home if she could go in my place!"
And Pat, thinking how Sheila's facewouldlook when she first beheld the great sweep of deep, blue sea, was very much in earnest.
Mr. Everett patted the pleading face. He did not smile for he had been deeply touched by Pat's generosity.
"Yes, daughter, Sheila shall go, too."
"Oh, Daddy, youarethe best daddy in the world! Let's run straight over and tell her, Ren!Thinkhow happy she'll be!"
From the library window Aunt Pen and Mr. Everett watched the two girls, arms interlocked, swing down the walk that led from the Everett house to the street. There was pride in Aunt Pen's face as she watched. Her girls had learned generosity and unselfishness as well as Latin and Algebra! And they had found, too, the joy of fellowship! They were hurrying now to share their happiness!
Mr. Everett was thinking the same thoughts as his sister, but looking slyly at her from the corner of his eye, he repeated teasingly:
"Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?Silver bells and cockle shells----"
"Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?Silver bells and cockle shells----"
"Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
Silver bells and cockle shells----"
Aunt Pen laughingly interrupted: "And larkspur all in a row! But won't this world's garden be richer and more beautiful for healthy, happy girls like ours, Daddy Everett?"
* * * * * * * *
THE SUNNY BOY SERIES
By RAMY ALLISON WHITE
Children! Meet Sunny Boy, a little fellow with big eyes and an inquiring disposition who finds the world at large a wonderful place to live in. There is always something doing when Sunny Boy is around.
In the first book of the series he visits his grandfather in the country and learns of many marvelous things on a farm, and in the other books listed below he has many exciting adventures which every child will enjoy reading about.
SUNNY BOY IN THE COUNTRYSUNNY BOY AT THE SEASHORESUNNY BOY IN THE BIG CITYSUNNY BOY IN SCHOOL AND OUTSUNNY BOY AND HIS SCHOOLMATESSONNY BOY AND HIS GAMESSUNNY BOY IN THE FAR WESTSUNNY BOY ON THE OCEANSUNNY BOY WITH THE CIRCUSSUNNY BOY AND HIS BIG DOGSUNNY BOY IN THE SNOWSUNNY BOY AT WILLOW FARMSUNNY BOY AND HIS CAVESUNNY BOY AT RAINBOW LAKE
GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK
*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOKLARKSPUR***