“Oh, we wouldn’t go there!” promised Bunny.

“We might work it this way,” went on Mr. Brown.  “If there are things to be delivered on the other side of Main Street I’ll let Bunker Blue do it.  He can spare the time once a day.  Bunny and Sue can do the rest of the delivery.”

So it was decided, and you can imagine how delighted Bunny and Sue were when they hastened to tell the good news to Mrs. Golden.

“Why, that’s perfectly wonderful!” exclaimed the old lady, and there were happy tears in her eyes.  “Oh, you are two darling children to think so much of helping an old woman.”

“You’re not so old,” declared Bunny politely.  “Besides, we like to keep store; don’t we, Sue?”

“Lots!” answered the little girl.

Bunny and Sue clerked in the store as much as they had time for, but as they were now to deliver things in the pony cart they could not spend so much time behind the counter.  And Mr. Brown said that Bunny and Sue must both go in the pony cart, as it would be safer for them that way.

“Sue can hold Toby while you take the groceries into the houses,” said Mr. Brown.  “Only you mustn’t lift too heavy boxes, Bunny.”

“No, Daddy!” he promised.  “If it’s too heavy I’ll lift it twice!” He meant he would make two trips of it.

Toby was almost as much help to Mrs. Golden as Bunny and Sue had been, for many housekeepers, when they found they could have groceries delivered from the corner store, took part of their trade there.  And Bunny and Sue were quite proud to load up the basket cart with boxes and packages and start out to leave the orders at the different houses.

Mrs. Golden did not grow any younger or more active, and there were times when she could hardly get around the store.  At such times, if Bunny and Sue had to be out with the pony cart, Charlie Star would come in and be a clerk.

When things needed to be delivered on the other side of Main Street, along which many automobiles were driven, then Bunker Blue was called on.  He gladly drove the “pony express” as it was laughingly called, and many customers were served this way.

But in spite of this increase in trade the worried look did not leave Mrs. Golden’s face, and, more than once, Bunny and Sue again saw her counting up her money and looking at bills she owed Mr. Flynt.

“Will you have to sell the place now?” asked Bunny one day, coming in with Sue to help tend store.  The two previous days had been busy ones, when many customers had bought things.

“Well, I don’t know about it, Bunny, my dear,” was the answer.  “More money is coming in, to be sure, but things cost so much I make hardly any profit.  Things still look black.  But don’t worry.  You and Sue are a big help.  If Philip only gets that legacy, then I’ll be all right!”

“I hope he does!” said Bunny Brown.

Several customers came in and the children helped Mrs. Golden wait on them.  Then one woman wanted flour, sugar, and potatoes sent to her house on the other side of Main Street, a place where Bunny and Sue had never been.