[Frontispiece: "Put your arms around my neck and I'll carry you ashore."]

SUNNY BOY AND HIS PLAYMATES

BY

RAMY ALLISON WHITE

Author of

"SUNNY BOY IN THE COUNTRY," "SUNNY BOY AT THE SEASHORE,"
"SUNNY BOY IN SCHOOL AND OUT," ETC.

ILLUSTRATED BY

HOWARD L. HASTINGS

PUBLISHERS

BARSE & CO.

NEW YORK, N. Y. ———— NEWARK, N. J.

Copyright, 1922

By

BARSE & CO.


SUNNY BOY AND HIS PLAYMATES

CONTENTS

ILLUSTRATIONS

"Put your arms around my neck and I'll
carry you ashore" . . . . Frontispiece

Sunny Boy calmly stuck pieces of coal down
the white front of the snow man

Sunny Boy held the blanket in place

They came rushing toward her, pellmell

SUNNY BOY AND HIS PLAYMATES

CHAPTER I

LEARNING TO SKATE

"Santa Claus brought them," said Sunny Boy.

He was lying flat on the floor, trying to reach under the bookcase where his marble had rolled. The marble was a cannon ball and Sunny Boy had been showing Nelson Baker, the boy who lived next door, how to knock over lead soldiers.

Nelson Baker picked up the lead general and examined him carefully.

"They're nicer soldiers than I had last year," he said. "Say, Sunny Boy, I could bring my soldiers over and we could have a real fight."

"I've got it!" shouted Sunny Boy suddenly, pulling his arm out from under the bookcase with the marble in his hand. "I knew it rolled under the bookcase. You can roll it this time, Nelson."

"All right," said Nelson, taking the marble. "And I guess I won't go for my lead soldiers. My mother might say I'd been over here an hour."

Nelson's mother, you see, had told him he might stay an hour at Sunny Boy's house, and something told Nelson he had already played so long with his little friend that if he went home now he would not get back.

"Get down like the Indians," urged Sunny Boy, as Nelson took the marble. "Shut one eye, Nelson."

Nelson put his head down to the floor and closed one eye. He meant to aim straight at the row of beautiful new lead soldiers, but, as he afterward explained, the marble slipped before he was ready. It shot across the floor and went crash into the glass door of the bookcase.

"What was that, Sunny Boy? Did you break anything?" asked Grandpa Horton, coming in from the dining-room, where he had been reading the newspaper. He carried the paper in his hand and his glasses were pushed up