Sunny Boy in the Big City   By: Ramy Allison White

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SUNNY BOY

IN THE BIG CITY

BY

RAMY ALLISON WHITE

Author of

"SUNNY BOY IN THE COUNTRY," "SUNNY BOY AT THE SEASHORE," ETC.

ILLUSTRATED BY

CHARLES L. WRENN

BARSE & HOPKINS

PUBLISHERS

NEW YORK, N. Y. NEWARK, N. J.

Copyright, 1920

By

BARSE & HOPKINS

SUNNY BOY IN THE BIG CITY

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I THE PARADE 9

II OLIVER'S LESSON 23

III OFF FOR NEW YORK 36

IV GOING SHOPPING 52

V SUNNY BOY LOSES HIS ROOM 67

VI ON TOP OF THE BUS 82

VII IN CENTRAL PARK 97

VIII THE FERRYBOAT RIDE 110

IX WHEN MAKE BELIEVE IS REAL 125

X MORE SIGHTSEEING 139

XI SUNNY BOY GETS LOST 154

XII SUNNY BOY IS FOUND 169

XIII HELPING THE HARRITYS 182

XIV JOE BROWN GOES BACK 195

XV HOME AGAIN 208

ILLUSTRATIONS

"Sunny Boy was speaking to the tall policeman who directed traffic from the center of the street" Frontispiece

PAGE

"He had not supposed that a moving stairway went further than one story" 63

"Sunny Boy was just the least little bit afraid when they went under the elevator tracks" 91

"Sunny Boy sat down sociably on an old soap box" 165

SUNNY BOY IN THE BIG CITY

CHAPTER I

THE PARADE

"Fall in!" said Sunny Boy sharply.

The army, six small boys distributed comfortably over the front steps, scrambled to obey. That is, all except one, who remained seated, a sea shell held over each ear.

"I said 'Fall in,'" repeated Sunny Boy patiently, as a general should speak.

"I heard you the first time," admitted the small soldier. "Did you know these shells made a noise, Sunny?"

"Of course," answered Sunny Boy scornfully. "Any shell sounds like that if you hold it up to your ear. Come on, Bobbie, we're going to parade."

But Private Robert Henderson, it seemed, didn't feel like parading just that minute.

"Let's take this stuff out to the sand box," he suggested. "We can make a real beach, with shells and everything. Gee, you must have had fun at the seashore."

"Did," said Sunny Boy briefly.

He was exasperated. As general of his army he tried not to be cross, but Bobbie was famous for always spoiling other people's plans. He never by any chance wanted to do what the other boys wanted to do.

"You can play with the sand box after we parade," announced Sunny Boy now. "Come on, Bobbie."

Bobbie remained obstinately absorbed in the shells.

"Let me!" Down the steps tumbled a pink gingham frock and a fluff of yellow bobbed hair that proved to be four year old Ruth Baker. She lived next door to Sunny Boy, and her brother, Nelson, was already marking time with the waiting army.

"Let me march, Sunny Boy," Ruth begged. "I can mark time, an' everything!"

Sunny Boy decided swiftly.

"All right," he assented. "I don't think much of girls in an army, but I s'pose it's better than being one short. Get in next to David."