Together they all grasped Bunny by the heels and lifted him out of the flour barrel.

Oh, but he was a queer sight!  Luckily he had stuck out his two hands when he felt himself falling head first into the nearly empty barrel, and had landed on his outstretched palms.  And as there was not much flour in the barrel his head had not gone into the fluffy white stuff, or he might nearly have smothered.  As it was his face was completely covered with the white particles.

And when Mrs. Golden, the customer and Sue had pulled the little boy from the barrel, and set him on his feet, Sue could not help laughing.

“Oh, Bunny!” she cried, giggling.  “You look—­you look just like the clown in the circus!”

And truly Bunny did, for his face was plastered as white as the face of any funny man that ever made jokes beneath the canvas.

“You poor boy,” said the customer.

“Oh, Bunny, I’m so sorry!” exclaimed Mrs. Golden.

“I—­I’m all right,” declared Bunny, blowing out a white cloud of flour as he talked.  “I—­I didn’t spill any!”

“No, you spilled yourself more than anything else,” said Mrs. Golden.  “I guess I’d better get the flour, Bunny, after we brush you off.  It’s too low in the barrel for you to reach.  I don’t want you falling in again.”

“All right,” agreed Bunny.  “I guess I’m not quite big enough for flour barrels.”

He was dusted off out in the side yard, so no great harm resulted from his accidental dive into the barrel, and Mrs. Golden waited on the flour customer.

“What did you think, Bunny, when you were falling into the flour barrel?” asked Sue, when the excitement was over and business was going on as before in the little corner store.

“What did I think?” he repeated.  “Why, I guess I didn’t have time to think anything.  I just felt myself slipping, and then I fell in.  I stuck out my hands, and I’m glad the flour wasn’t deep in the barrel.”

“It was like the time when I fell into the brook!” said Sue, with a little laugh.  “Only I fell in feet first and you went in head first.”

“Yes,” laughed Bunny, “I went in head first all right!”

Mrs. Golden told the children they must not try to do things that were too hard for them, even though they meant to be kind and help her.

The second day of the special sale of oatmeal and notions was not quite as busy as the first.  The novelty of the cat and dog in the window wore off and Bunny brought some of the little pet alligators to show.  Still quite a number of people came in to buy, and Mrs. Golden was well pleased, thanking Bunny, Sue, and Charlie many times.  She also wanted to thank Splash and the white kitten and the best way to do this was to feed them, which she did, as well as the alligators.

“We’ll come and help you tend store to-morrow,” said Bunny as he and Sue went home that night, Sue carrying Charlie’s kitten in a basket and Splash following at Bunny’s heels.  The alligators were left till next day.