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"Do you know who General Grant was, dear?" asked Daddy.
Sunny Boy nodded his head.
"Grandpa told me," he said confidently. "He was in the Civil War."
"Yes, he was a general in the Civil War, and later president of the United States," a.s.sented Mr. Horton. "And this beautiful building was given by the people who loved and admired him, as a memorial."
They went up the wide steps and entered the rotunda. The light was subdued, and at first Sunny Boy could see nothing. Then he saw several people, the men with their hats in their hands, looking down what he thought was a deep well.
Daddy lifted him up so that he might look over, and there, down on the marble floor, he saw two American flags draped over two oblong stone slabs and a wreath on each.
"Mrs. Grant is buried here, too," said Mr. Horton.
The old, battle-stained flags and war mementos in the two little alcoves off the rotunda would have interested Sunny's Grandpa Horton, who had seen some of those same flags carried on the battle fields, but one couldn't expect Sunny Boy to care much about them. When they came out and stood once more on the steps in the suns.h.i.+ne, he saw something that interested him more.
"Daddy!" he raised his voice in excitement. "What are those funny boats'? Over there--see? There's two of 'em!"
A young man standing near heard and turned with a grin.
"Where did you hail from, kid?" he asked curiously. "Haven't you ever seen a ferryboat before?"
Sunny Boy hated to be laughed at, so he said nothing.
"We're inland folks," explained Mr. Horton, who didn't seem to mind the young man's smile. "Out where we live no rivers connect our cities. My little boy has seen his first ferryboat to-day."
"I've seen _boats_," said Sunny Boy with dignity. "I saw them down at the seash.o.r.e. But not like those. What do they use 'em for?"
The young man laughed again.
"Excuse me," he apologized. "But I've crossed the river every morning for ten years on the ferry, and it strikes me as funny to find some one who doesn't know what a ferryboat is. They carry people and horses and automobiles, kid."
"Horses?" repeated Sunny Boy incredulously. "Come on, Daddy, let's go ride on one."
"That's the Fort Lee Ferry. Nothing much to see," advised the young man, who was good-natured if he did laugh at folks. "Better go down town and take the Twenty-third Street, if you want a nice sail."
"Thank you, we will, when we do go," replied Mr. Horton. "But, Sunny, you and I must be getting back to Mother. She will be wondering what has become of us. See if you can signal a bus."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Sunny Boy was just the least little bit afraid when they went under the elevator tracks"]
Sunny Boy stopped a bus very nicely, and again they found a seat on the top. Sunny Boy was just the least little bit afraid when they went under the elevated tracks--they didn't have elevated trains in Centronia--and he hoped nothing would drop on him.
"What a lot of things there are to ride on in New York," he confided to Daddy. "Busses, an' trains up high, and ferryboats, and automobiles and trolley cars like at home."
"And another kind of train you don't know about yet," said Mr. Horton.
"What is it? Oh, I'm going to let you find out for yourself. You seem to be developing a liking for riding about on all kinds of transportation."
"Well, I would like to go on a ferryboat," admitted Sunny Boy, "an'
maybe on the elevated. An' the other kind of train that I don't know about. And that's all."
They found Mrs. Horton dressed for dinner and awaiting them, and while she helped Sunny to put on a clean suit and brush his hair, he told her about their trip and what they had seen on Riverside Drive.
"And Daddy says if you want to, we can ride on the bus to-morrow," he finished. "We can go and see an arch."
Mr. Horton, who had been reading some letters that had come for him while he and Sunny were out, looked up from the little book in which he wrote the things he wanted to remember.
"I'm sorry, but you and Mother will have to amuse each other to-morrow," he announced. "I shall be busy all day. But I think you can manage to have a pleasant time, and perhaps the next day I can go about with you."
"Of course we'll have a happy day," promised Mrs. Horton. "Don't worry about us, Daddy Horton. We know you are on a business trip. I think Sunny Boy and I will plan to spend the day in Central Park."
"Yes, let's," agreed Sunny Boy enthusiastically.
He had not the smallest idea what Central Park was like, but he was very sure that he would like it. He liked everything that he had seen in New York so far.
As the Hortons came out of the dining room, and Mr. Horton stopped to buy a paper, Sunny Boy saw the bell-boy he had tried to visit that afternoon.
"h.e.l.lo," he remarked conversationally. "I was looking for you this afternoon."
"Were you the kid that got lost?" chuckled the bell-boy. "Jack said to me: 'Frank, there was a boy couldn't find his own room this afternoon, can you believe it?' And what have you been doing with yourself all day?"
Sunny Boy recounted his adventures, and announced that the next day he and Mother were going to Central Park.
"Be sure you go in the Monkey House," counseled Frank. "I tell you those monkeys are the cutest things you ever saw. Almost human, I'll say. Like monkeys?"
"Yes in pictures," said Sunny Boy. "And those the organ grinders have.
Here comes Daddy."
Before he went to sleep that night Sunny Boy thought of something he wanted to ask Frank.
"I will the next time I see him," he muttered drowsily.
He was wondering why he never put his cap on straight, but always wore it a little over one ear.
CHAPTER VII
IN CENTRAL PARK
The next morning Sunny Boy and Mother started early for Central Park.
Much to Sunny's delight they took a bus, and though they did not have very far to go, Mother climbed up to the top with him. When they got off at the Park gate they found carriages waiting for those who wanted to drive around the park.
"I think we should like that, don't you?" asked Mrs. Horton. "I'm sure we can not hope to walk all over this great place in one day. Shall we drive, dear?"
"Let's," nodded Sunny Boy. "I like that fat, black horse, Mother."
So they got into the carriage pulled by the fat, black horse and driven by a young man so tall that he couldn't sit up straight in the seat or his head would have hit the roof of the carriage.