Article January 31, 1976 Issue

The Boy on the Bus

Helen M. Leadbeater

Tony looked forward every morning to seeing the big yellow school bus arrive. He lived in the country, too far to walk or bicycle to most of his friends' homes. So school and the school bus were the places he could see his friends.

Weekday mornings Tony ate his breakfast early and hurried down the lane to where the school bus stopped on the main road. With his lunch box in his hand he looked for the bus to come around the bend in the road.

But then after a while Tony's mother noticed he wasn't as eager to meet the bus as he always had been. He ate his breakfast slowly and sometimes was so late in getting to the bus stop that he almost missed his ride.

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