“Let’s have a race!” cried Bunny.

“I can beat you!” declared Charlie Star.

Off they ran, feet fast flying, and Bunny was first to reach the hitching post in front of his house, this being the end of the race course for that particular time.

“Did Bunker Blue come back with Toby?” asked Bunny of his mother, after he had been given a piece of bread and sugar by Mary.

“No,” was the answer.  “But how did you know Bunker had Toby out?  He didn’t come for him until after you went to school,” said Mrs. Brown.

“Oh, Toby came to school!” explained Sue, laughing.

“Toby came to school?” repeated her mother.

And then the story was told amid much laughter.

Just before supper Bunker Blue came back with Toby, and the children were allowed to hitch the Shetland pony to the basket cart.

“Do you want anything from the store?” asked Bunny, as he took his seat beside Sue and grasped the pony’s reins.

“Better ask Mary,” was the reply.

And, as it happened, Mary wanted some sugar.

“We’ll get it at Mrs. Golden’s,” called Bunny, as he drove out of the yard.

“My, the children are getting fond of that old lady store keeper,” mused Mary, as she went back to her kitchen work.

“I’m glad to have them,” said Mrs. Brown.  “It does children good to learn to be kind and thoughtful toward others.  And, from what I hear, Mrs. Golden needs help.  Her son works, but does not earn much, and she can’t make a very good living from so small a store.  We must buy what we can from her.”

“Trust the children for that!” laughed Mary.  “They’d run there all the while if we’d let them.  Bunny was telling me Mrs. Golden had something the matter with one of her legs.”

“Oh, no.  He said she expected a legacy,” explained Mrs. Brown.  “That means she hopes to get a little property or some money from a relative who has died.”

“Oh, I thought it was her legs, poor old lady!” said Mary.  “Rheumatism, or something like that.”

“Mrs. Golden isn’t very well able to get around,” admitted Mrs. Brown.  “But that has nothing to do with a legacy.”

Bunny and Sue drove up to the door of the little corner store.

“My, but you’re coming in style!” exclaimed Mrs. Golden, when she saw them.  “Are you going to buy me out?”

“No, we just want some sugar,” said Bunny.  “We’re going to get five pounds, ’cause we can carry it in the pony cart.”

“Yes, if it wasn’t for the cart I’d be a bit afraid to give you so much as five pounds,” said Mrs. Golden, as she went slowly behind the counter to weigh out the sweet stuff.  “You might drop it.  But it’ll be safe in the pony cart.  You’ll be like a regular grocery delivery.”

“Do you deliver things?” asked Sue.

“No, dearie.  I can’t afford to have a delivery wagon and a horse, to say nothing of one of those automobiles.  And it wouldn’t pay me to hire a boy, even when Philip is away.  Sometimes he takes heavy things that are ordered, but mostly folks carry away what they buy.  Let’s see, now, how many pounds did you say, Bunny?”