“What’s a hustler?” asked Bunny, wondering if Mrs. Golden might be made into one.

“A hustler,” said Uncle Tad, “is a person that does things in a hurry.  Some storekeepers are hustlers for business.  If business doesn’t come to them they go after it.  That’s how they sell things.”

“How could Mrs. Golden sell more things?” Bunny questioned.  “She’s got lots of things in her store—­heaps and packs of ’em—­but she doesn’t sell much.”

“That’s the trouble!” said Uncle Tad.  “She doesn’t advertise, and she doesn’t make any window display.”

“What’s a window display?” Sue inquired.

“I saw you looking at one the other day,” replied the old soldier.  “Do you remember when I passed you and Bunny while you were looking in the drug store window on Main Street?”

“Oh, yes!  Where the rubber bags were!” cried Bunny.

“A little doll was making believe swim in a rubber bag,” said Sue, “and there was a big crowd looking at it.”

“That’s it!” exclaimed Uncle Tad.  “That drug store man got a big crowd in front of his store by putting something in the window that made people stop and look.  That’s advertising.”

“Maybe Mrs. Golden could fix up her windows so a crowd would stop in front!” exclaimed Sue.

“What good would that do?” Bunny asked.  “She wants people to come inside her store and buy things.”

“That’s it,” agreed Uncle Tad.  “But if you get a crowd outside a store, because there’s something to look at in the windows, some of that crowd will go inside and buy something.”

“Only Mrs. Golden hasn’t any rubber bags,” went on Bunny.  “But I guess Sue could lend her a doll if she wanted it to take a swim.”

“Mrs. Golden doesn’t need to put rubber bags in her window,” said Uncle Tad.  “That wouldn’t be the thing for a grocery and notion store.  She should put in something that people would stop to look at, or have a special sale or something like that.  And another thing I’ve noticed, when I’ve been past her place is that the windows are very dirty.  You can hardly see what’s inside.  If her windows were cleaned and she had something in them, a crowd would stop and more people would go in and buy than go in now.  Mrs. Golden needs to advertise in that way.”

Uncle Tad went out.  Mrs. Brown busied herself about the house, and Bunny Brown motioned to his sister Sue to come to the side porch.

“What you want?” asked Sue.

Bunny put his finger over his lips.

“I’ve got an idea!” he said.  “I know how we can help Mrs. Golden get a crowd in front of her store.”

CHAPTER XIX

THE WINDOW DISPLAY

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue spent much time during the next few days out in their barn—­that is when they were not going to the store for their mother.  Every chance they had, however, they bought things of Mrs. Golden, to help her as much as they could by trading at her store.