“You try it now, Miss Bradley!  See how nice it runs!”

And as the surprised watchers looked on, their teacher started the toy across the floor as Charlie had done.  For, following the first showing of his plaything, Charlie had offered to let his teacher wind it, and she had agreed.

“Yes, it is a cute toy,” said the teacher, as the auto banged into a side wall and stopped.  “But we mustn’t play with it in school hours.”

“Oh, no’m!” agreed Charlie, and then he hurried outside, where Bunny and George were waiting for him.

“Say, you ought to see!” exclaimed Charlie, half breathless.  “She ran the auto herself!”

“We saw her,” said Bunny.

“She’s a dandy teacher all right!” declared George.

One Saturday morning Bunny and Sue came downstairs to breakfast at the same hour as on other days.  Usually this did not happen, for on Saturdays they were allowed to remain in bed a little longer than on days when they had to go to school.

“Well, what does this mean?” asked Uncle Tad, who was finishing his meal and reading the paper at the same time.  “This is Saturday, isn’t it?  Unless I have on the wrong glasses!” he added, as he looked at the calendar on the wall.

“Yes, it’s Saturday,” said Bunny.

“Then why are you up so early?” asked Uncle Tad.

“’Cause a lot of the boys and girls are coming over, and we’re going to play store out in our barn,” explained Sue.  “You can come and buy something if you want to, Uncle Tad.”

“Thanks!  Maybe I will!” chuckled the old soldier.  “Are you going to sell any inside outside cocoanuts flavored with saltmint?” he asked.

“What are those?” Bunny inquired.

“Oh, he’s only joking!” declared Sue, as she saw a twinkle in the eyes of Uncle Tad.  And of course he was joking.

“Well, maybe I’ll look in and see what you do have to sell in your barn store,” he said, as he left the table.

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue were not long in finishing their breakfast, and then they hurried out to the barn where they were to keep store.  Bunny and Sue had found some boards and boxes out there which would make fine shelves for a pretend store.

“We’ll put the shelves up before the others get here,” said Bunny.

“Yes,” she agreed.  “But what kind of store are you going to play?  Are you going to have washboilers and tin pans?”

“No, I guess not,” said Bunny, after thinking about it a moment.  “We’ll keep a store like Mrs. Golden’s.”

“Yes, that will be nice,” agreed Sue.  “Here, Splash!” she cried.  “Get out of there!  That box isn’t for you to sleep in!” For the big dog had crawled into one of the boxes that were to form the store shelves.  Splash was curling up most comfortably.

“We’ll use him for a delivery dog,” said Bunny.  “We’ll tie a basket on his neck and he can take the groceries and things to different places.”