“Oh, goodie!” cried the children.

There were enough tarts for each one to have another, and, when they had been passed around, after a lively game of Puss-in-the-corner, the party was over.  Everyone said he had had a fine time, and when Bunny Brown and his sister Sue asked their guests to come again, each one said: 

“I surely will!”

“I guess everybody would be glad to come to another party like it,” said Sadie West to Helen Newton, as they walked home together.

“I’m sure of it,” answered Helen.  “And wasn’t Splash nice!”

“Yes, he’s a lovely dog.  I wish I had one I could have a party for.”

“You could give a party for your cat, some day,” said Helen.

“Oh, so I could!  And I will, too—­maybe next week.  I wish Sue’s Aunt Lu would bake some tarts for me.”

“Maybe she will.”

“I wonder if it would be polite to ask her?” inquired Sadie.  “I’ll speak to mother about it.”

“Well, did you like your party, Splash?” asked Bunny, as he patted the shaggy dog on the head, when all the little guests had gone.

Splash did not say anything, of course.  But he wagged his tail, and walked over to where he had buried the bone Sadie had brought him.  So I guess Splash did like the party as much as did the children.  And he had several good things to eat, which, after all, is what most parties are for.

One day Aunt Lu read a story from a magazine to Bunny and Sue.  It told about some boys who, on a warm day, set up a lemonade stand under a shady tree, in front of their house, and sold lemonade at a penny a glass.  The money they made they sent to a church society, that took poor children out of the hot city to the cool country for a week or so.

Sue noticed that Bunny was very quiet after Aunt Lu had read the story, and, as the two children went out into the yard, the little girl asked: 

“What are you thinking about, Bunny?”

“Lemonade,” he answered.

“Were you thinking you’d like some?  ’Cause I would.”

“Well, I would like some to drink,” Bunny admitted, “but I was thinking we could make a stand, and sell lemonade ourselves.  I could fix up a box for a stand, and I could squeeze the lemons.”

“I’d put the sugar in,” Sue said.  She was always willing to help.  “But where would we get the ice and the lemons and the sugar?”

“Oh, mother would give them to us.  I’m going to ask her.”

“And what would we do with the money, Bunny?”

The little fellow thought for a minute.  There was in his town no church society, such as Aunt Lu had read about.  The money made from selling lemonade must go to the poor, Bunny was sure of that.  All at once his eyes grew bright.

“We could give all the money to Old Miss Hollyhock!” he said.  “She is terribly poor.”

“Old Miss Hollyhock,” as she was called, was an aged woman who lived in a little house down near the fish dock.  Her husband had been a soldier, and when he died the old lady was given money from the government—­a pension, it was called.  Still she was very poor, and she was called “Old Miss Hollyhock,” because she had so many of those old-fashioned hollyhock flowers in her garden.  Her real name was Mrs. Borden.