Mrs. Golden smiled at his eager, bustling air.

“They’re in the storeroom,” she said.  “Some of the cases aren’t open yet.”

“We’ll open ’em for you!” cried Bunny.  “Then we’ll stack the oatmeal in the window, and we’ll make a sign saying it’s awful cheap and you’ll sell a lot, Mrs. Golden.”

“Well, maybe I will, dearie.  I’m sure I hope so.  And it’s good of you to help me.  Let me see now, I’ll put ’em in the left window, I guess.  That has less in it,” and she looked toward the window she meant.  So did Bunny and Sue, and Sue’s first idea was made plain when she said: 

“Could I wash that window, Mrs. Golden?”

“Wash the window?  Why, yes, I suppose so,” answered the storekeeper.  “It is pretty dirty,” she added.  “I don’t very often look at ’em, and that’s a fact.  I declare! you can hardly see what I have in my windows, can you?  Dear me, I am getting old.  If Philip was here he’d wash ’em for me.”

“I’ll do it!” offered Sue.  “I often wash the low windows for mother.  She lets me.  Have you got any of that white stuff that makes ’em shine?”

“Oh, yes, I know what you mean,” said Mrs. Golden.  “Yes, you can take a cake from the grocery shelf.  My, I never thought of a special sale and having windows washed.  It may bring me trade!”

“Uncle Tad says it will!” exclaimed Bunny.  In a measure it was Uncle Tad’s idea that Bunny and Sue were carrying out.

“You wash the window,” he told his sister, “and I’ll open the oatmeal.”

Soon there was a busy time in Mrs. Golden’s store.  Bunny was hammering and pounding away opening the oatmeal cases, and Sue was washing the window, having first taken out the few things Mrs. Golden had on display there—­not that you could see them very well from the outside, however.

“Could I wash the other window, too?” asked Sue, when she had finished the first.

“Are you going to put oatmeal in both windows?” asked Mrs. Golden.  “Seems to me that will be too much.  Wash the other window if you want to, dearie, but two of them filled with oatmeal——­”

“Oh, we aren’t going to put oatmeal in both!” exclaimed Bunny, with a queer look at his sister.  “We’re going to fix up the second window to make people come in and buy.”

Mrs. Golden did not seem to understand exactly.  She shook her head in a puzzled way and murmured that she was getting old.

And as the postman came along just then with a letter from Philip, she was soon so busy reading it that she paid little attention to what Bunny and Sue were doing.

The children worked hard and faithfully all morning, and promised to come back in the afternoon.  When they left to go home to lunch, both windows were brightly shining, though there were a few streaks here and there where Sue had forgotten to wipe off the white, cleaning powder.  But they didn’t matter.

“I’ll pull the shades down,” said Bunny, as he was leaving.  “We don’t want people looking in the windows until we get ’em all fixed up, and then we’ll surprise ’em.”