“We wanted some baking powder,” said Sue.  “But we aren’t in any hurry.”

“We are in a little hurry,” said Bunny. “’Cause Mary’s got a cake partly made, but maybe——­”

“Oh, I have baking powder,” said Mrs. Golden quickly.  “And I’ll be glad to sell it to you.  If I sold more things I’d make more money.  Let me see now; I’m feeling sort of queer in my head on account of my tumble, but baking powder—­oh, it’s on one of the high shelves.  I—­I’m almost afraid to reach up for it.”

“Oh, let me get it!” eagerly begged Bunny.  “I like to climb up.  I’d like to get it!  I like to keep store!”

“So do I!” added Sue.  “We played store the other day, and a lot of things fell down when Mary closed the door.  We had a high shelf, too.”

“Yes, one needs high shelves in a store,” said Mrs. Golden.  “But, Bunny, do you think you can reach up and get the baking powder?” she asked.  “I can point it out to you.”

“Sure, I can get it!” declared the little boy.  “I’d love to.”

“We don’t want you to fall again,” said Sue.

“That’s very kind of you,” replied Mrs. Golden.  “Well, the baking powder is on the other side of my store—­the grocery side.  There it is,” and with a bent and trembling finger she pointed out the tin boxes.

“Oh, that’s an easy climb!” exclaimed Bunny, and he soon proved that it was by clambering up and getting the box of baking powder he wanted.  Then he paid for it.

The children asked Mrs. Golden if they could help her further.  She said she was feeling better and would soon be all right.

“But don’t climb up any more,” warned Sue.

“That’s right,” echoed Bunny.  “Maybe we could help you tend store, Mrs. Golden.  I’m a good climber.”

“Yes, Bunny, I notice you are,” said the old lady, with a smile.  “And it is very kind of you, but you see I never could tell when some one might come in and want something from a high shelf.  Unless you stayed here all the while it wouldn’t be of much use.”

“No, that’s so,” the little boy admitted.  “I’d like to stay here all the while, though.  I like to keep store!”

“So do I,” added Sue.

“But children must go to school,” said Mrs. Golden, with a smile.  “I’ll have to get my son Philip to put all the things on low shelves, I guess.  Then I can reach them without climbing up.  Run along now, Bunny and Sue.  Your mother will be waiting for that baking powder.”

Bunny and Sue told their mother what had happened at the store.

“Poor old lady!” sighed Mrs. Brown.  “She is very poor, I’m afraid.  We must buy more of our things there, Mary.  It will be a help to her.”

“Yes’m, it will,” agreed the cook.  “I often stop there when I want something in a hurry.  She and her son are honest and hard-working.”

“And I worked, too!” said Bunny.  “I helped her tend store.  I climbed up and got the baking powder.”